This is a true story. Recently my sweet husband (SH) and I woke up as usual and had this conversation. SH: Good morning, dear wifey. Me: Morning, handsome. SH: I had an awesome dream last night. Me: Me, too! You first. SH: We were at the bakery, and you were buying up everything you could … Continue reading Normal Dreams vs. A Horror Writer’s Nightmares
I sold a short story to an anthology. My very first sale! And no, my mom didn’t buy it.:-) It’s a vampire story for a vampire anthology. I feel like dancing in the street. I feel like celebrating! Woohoo! There's a monetary contract and grownup stuff and everything. (Okay, it won’t make me rich and … Continue reading I Sold a Story, Woohoo!
I came upon this tag through the super cool author, blogger, and all around good guy, Rami Ungar. Thanks, Rami! Credit goes to The Long Voyage for the original version of this tag. Confession: I didn’t know what the Never Have I Ever drinking game was. I had to Google it. (Eye roll. I live … Continue reading Never Have I Ever, Writer Edition
1. How good are you at writing blurbs? How much zing can you deliver with a hundred-word hook? The Query Letter is sponsoring a blurb contest, free to enter, and with a 500 dollar prize. I’m definitely entering. I need the practice because I’m polishing my Witch of the Manor House pitch for Pitmad on … Continue reading 3 Non Sequiturs
Smell, my 5th sense. It bleeds into other senses, awakening them and massaging my brain. On my walk this morning. A freshly hayed field. I swear, the aroma is an aphrodisiac. Some enterprising person should bottle it. The stink of a hot, happy dog playing in the summer grass. (Those who have dogs in their … Continue reading My 5th Sense
I thought I’d share some sentences I wrote but then deleted from various stories because the sentences were too full of purple prose or otherwise just not right. Foreboding weather: Dew licked the earth’s skin, and morning slithered forth. I tried my hand at present tense in a story set in springtime: Beyond the hayfields, … Continue reading Purple Prose and Other Orphaned Sentences