My Novel’s Breech Birth
What do you imagine when you hear the word “writer?” An artist with her head in the clouds? A man cackling away while he writes about the Cracken taking down a Martian fleet of aliens? Or just a … Continue reading →
What do you imagine when you hear the word “writer?” An artist with her head in the clouds? A man cackling away while he writes about the Cracken taking down a Martian fleet of aliens? Or just a … Continue reading →
I sit in the “Quiet Study” area in my local library three days a week for four hours at a time. It gives me uninterrupted time to write whatever is nearing deadline. When I look up from my computer screen, … Continue reading →
My husband was a forensic chemist in our county crime lab for forty years. People used to ask, “What is a forensic chemist?” Now we simply reply, “CSI.” At first the lab had only three scientists, and they worked on … Continue reading →
“Outside of a dog, a book is a man’s best friend. Inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read.” (Groucho Marx) I relate to Groucho’s first sentence and chuckle at the second. If you are like me, there … Continue reading →
I once listed every book title I read over a year, and placed them under Fiction or Non-fiction headings. If you had asked me, I would have guessed I read more fiction than non-fiction, but actually it was about … Continue reading →
THANK GOD FOR THE WRITTEN WORD I think all writers are readers, but not all readers are writers. We love to immerse ourselves in good books, don’t we? Fiction or non-fiction, a book is a magic carpet whisking us … Continue reading →