All things relating to the writing craft from developing the idea, plotting and pantsing, the search for an agent, self-publishing, and typing the end.
I listen to a lot of podcasts, and this week I was even mentioned on one of my all time favorites! (It was a bucket list moment.) So I wanted to round up all of the podcasts that I listen to as an independent author to help authors in keeping up on industry developments and… more
I have a confession to make. I went to the library. I know. I know it’s dangerous. I know I said I would never do it again. But I mean, come on. There are so many books! And they let you take them home. It’s even better than a puppy store! So here’s what happened… more
Last week I wrote a post dedicated to my mom. This week’s is for my dad. A writer’s greatest struggle is in calling herself a writer. For a non-writer, this probably seems weird. But for writers, this seems natural. K.M. Weiland recently coined it as one of the 7 stages of being a writer when… more
I love my mother dearly. I do. She’s crazy. In a good way. She makes things fun, and life is never boring. One day around Christmas she was in my living room, and as it’s Christmas time, the TV was inevitably on Hallmark Christmas movies. (Of course!) The movie that was on was about a… more
Being a writer has ruined my life. I judge everything. Everything I read. Everything I see. I’m constantly tweaking and changing, my mind like a red pen slashing through the atmosphere. Because of this, I have very few auto-buy authors. In fact, when I see a new book out by an author, my eyebrow goes… more
I read two books this week due to a malfunctioning Kindle Paperwhite. I did eventually get the device working, but in the meantime, I read what would load. And that included these wonderful gems. First up was Accidental Cowgirl: A Whisper Creek Novel by Maggie McGinnis. Full disclosure, the lovely Ms. McGinnis resides in beautiful… more
I got the look yesterday afternoon. Mouth slightly open. Eyes powerful with disappointment. I had just informed my eight-year-old niece that I was still on the first Percy Jackson book. You have never seen such a look of accusation, disappointment, and worse, gloating. She continued to inform me she had just started the third book. … more