Strong Women Strong women play a large part in my historical fiction. I am lucky to have supreme role models in my ancestors and in the women that share my world. They are giants of will and perseverance. They guide me as I create my fiction’s characters. My great-great-great-great grandmother, Rhoda, became a widow in…
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A Different Approach
David Hayes See his work in WTP Vol. III #3 The beat goes on with my Be Still 52 workshop! This week we were asked to do prop gathering and then play around with more side lighting. Gathering props was fun…I do like finding something new to play with. I even took some time to…
. holding nose .
comment, been asked to write? has it all overtaken the urge to say the things you hope, the words you think. one is important as the other. i told him that i do not get angry as expected, try to do my best. told him about the situatiom, why i cannot drink hot chocolate, now.…
. all so very organised .
except when we are not, except when we forget. or we are not notified. there are lists and diaries, notes and reminders, days set aside for certain tasks. it has to be done, when there is only one to do it. yet, oh the shame, the horror if we miss a trick, or lose the…
The Nine Commandments of Indie Writing
As a published Indie Writer, I attest to the hard work it takes to complete a manuscript. Family and friends’ “this is good” critiques do not good writers make, neither does moaning about the absence of the muse, or other responsibilities that may take writers away from writing. The successful Indie Writer: sets and respects stated/written goals…
. the timetable .
is on the front bedroom wall, a reminder of other days, and latin. homework, was a separate issue. seems we will return, see those places. she says it is all changed, so have i . seems like another life, as i stand back. we shall go to the museum. sbm.
. deletions .
more than we can write. erase and unpick the seams. words tarry, waver and leave this place, this room, scuttle back into corners. sweep the house clean, cross the words and know that when the time is right, they will come again, dripping from fingers, folded , torn, photographed in plenty. wondered about misspelling, maybe…
. i may have a knighthood .
possibly not, yet the deed was done, the sword was plastic. raised we engaged in sword, in word play. always the actor he fine tuned the pokes and prods, wounded me a little. apparently i am self healing, did not need to fall and groan so. arise sir grandma to fight another day. Yet i…
. time tells .
come six twenty four, much is done already. words are discussed, will be till evening. one was discarded, as not being used these days, while some misspelt took on other meanings. the work load creates tension, while skin crawls back to back. at six twenty seven, the music ends. sbm.
A Writing Retreat: More Than A Creative Writing Tune-Up
A few weeks ago, I had the equivalent of a writer’s meltdown until I made two conclusions, one of which involved meeting a certain person by the name Lise Weil. (You can read about it here). After talking to her and learning about the writing retreat that she runs a few times a year, I decided…
. among the small things yesterday.
was a larger thing, not world news, happily, not something to chew over. amongst the colours, the gifts, the tiny cup, cracked, collectable, among the people at the friday club is friendship, a bigger thing. although many of us like smaller items, we have grown to know that close friends are a quite very big,…