Where motherhood and writing collide
It was whimsical little structure, seemingly right out of a fairy tale. Straight lines were non-existent, almost like a child had built it. There was an arched door that widened at the top, a railing that slanted toward the slide, a porthole that opened outward, and even a chimney that was more cartoonish than functional; leaning as if to puff out smoke like that of a dancing tugboat...
She came to know him as David. Serena had never seen a man like him before. She was a mermaid cursed to the sea, and he was a human destined for the shore. It was easy to live out her curse when men were lying, cheating thieves and deserved their watery graves. However, the moment she set eyes on David, her desires swayed, and she no longer had a passion for the song. Instead, her heart swelled for something more than the lyrical poison could ever give her...
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Every novelist will tell you that writing a book is the easy part. Editing it is the pits. When an author takes their own imagination and free writes their book without a scripted outline or any idea of where they are going, the story flows like jagged rocks tumbling down a mountainside and crashing into… Continue reading In the Throws of Edits
With all the garlic running through my veins, vampires wouldn’t be caught “Dead” around me. Sorry, sparkly dudes. One bite and your toast!
It is week 15, and I am eight books behind schedule. Lately, I have been stumbling on one bad book after another and frankly, it is getting frustrating...
