Procrastination. We know it too well. Many of us find other things to do instead of the very thing that needs to get done. So why do we do this? Many contributing factors come to mind, but fear sticks out most. Consider it. When you break down all the various reasons why you procrastinate and… Continue reading Procrastination’s Contributing Collaborator
Tag: Stacy N. Elliott
Beta Readers are Essential
When you look up the definition of beta readers online, you get a plethora of information, such as this one from Oxford Languages: “a person who reads a work of fiction before it is published in order to mark errors and suggest improvements, typically without receiving payment.” Or this one from Wikipedia: “A beta reader… Continue reading Beta Readers are Essential
The Road to Publication… So Far!
As I reflect on 2022, I’m also reflecting on the last 13 years I have committed to the writing journey. I took writing seriously in 2009 and hashed out my second novel (first on the road to publication) during a NaNoWriMo challenge that year. Shortly after, I started a blog which later became this website.… Continue reading The Road to Publication… So Far!
The Wail House
Photo Credit: pixabay.com It was called The Wail House. At the time, I didn’t understand the concept and had mistaken the Wail Room for the girl’s rest room. However, what I endured during my time on the throne was unusual but extraordinary. I would be lying if I didn’t say it was weird, and I… Continue reading The Wail House
It Was A Bad Day
Photo Credit: tookapic at Pixabay.com “Drive safe,” the salesman said as I grabbed the keys from his outstretched hand and turned to open the driver’s side door of the white sedan. The warm breeze wafted out of the vehicle as I slid onto the gray leather while gliding the key into the ignition. The car’s… Continue reading It Was A Bad Day
Writers Are Poor… But, We Don’t Have To Be!
It is a sad truth. Writers are poor. As a profession, we are asked to prove ourselves by donating our works. We are told that there is no money in writing, and we believe them! We are forced into careers that do not align with our passions just so we can bring home an income to support our families... CLICK TO READ MORE!
My Angel Wears Prada
The sun kissed her skin as a cool breeze brushed the hair off her shoulders. Anna pulled her sweater close to her as she walked along the trail, oblivious to the birds chirping overhead or the squirrels darting from tree to tree eager to stash their goods. She was cooped up indoors for far too long, and the exercise was doing her some good. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. Frankly, she just wanted to go back home to her comfortable chair, with a cozy blanket and a warm cup of tea... CLICK TO READ MORE!
The Exhausted Mother
I am exhausted. How many times have you said these words? How many times were you too exhausted to even utter these words?... CLICK TO READ MORE!
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