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What did I just write?

What did I just write?

I’m a writer, as in I have to write to silence the characters in my head that are begging to have their stories told. I really have no choice, I must write.

I admit most of my writing is done in my own personal niche in the garage. Yes, I said in the garage. Don’t worry the weather wont bother me. I have a heater for winter and a fan for summer. I even have a comfy chair for visitors to my lair.

I do occasionally venture out of my lair. Where do I go?Continue reading

Time away from the keyboard

I finally finished my manuscript, all 89,000 words of it. I had the assistance of not one but two professional editors. Yes, I had two editors look at my work. Why? I wanted feedback, lots of feedback.

I wrote those beautiful words “THE END” in the wee hours of the morning. My first instinct was to read the thing from beginning to right then. I read at an alarming rate of speed and could have easily finished it in a few hours time. My primary editor Judy said NO! not just NO, but H**L NO. I was to save it send off the three queries we had been working towards and walk away.Continue reading

Writing is Fueled by Caffeine

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Every writer I know enjoys a hot beverage of some kind while they craft words into stories. I’m no exception. The above photo contains my three favorite vessels for hot caffeine delivery. Each one has a story behind it, I’ve decided to share those steamy tales.

Going from Left to Right:

The mug on the left is one of my own creation, in fact followers of my blog may recognize it from an earlier post. I commissioned this piece of artwork and decided I wanted to surround myself with it so I had some photo mugs made using the artwork. I feel my words have fighting spirit and wanted to be able to hold it in my hand hence the mug.Continue reading

The Chaos

I was inspired to write this by my friend Judy's blog about juggling.

The deadline loomed, but which to tackle first? The plane that would be arriving would wait for no one, neither would the date the manuscript was due. There were goody bags to pack, rooms to check and words needed to fill pages.

Which way is the army wife to run first. The organized chaos that is FRG consumed the days and a few nights as well. Not all planes land during normal hours, especially when the military is involved.

The bags were packed by a herd of spouses volunteering to stuff them to their gills. The list of rooms was a task for others, but the FRG still needed to find it.

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