Writing

why I write

I’ve been writing for most of the day, and my main character, in chapter thirteen, just started spewing out all these crazy accusations that point to things that haven’t happened in the previous twelve chapters. I don’t know where she’s getting these ideas, but I kind of like of them and want to work them …

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Writing

a room of my own

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction,” Virginia Woolf once said. I don’t necessarily have either, but that doesn’t really bother me all that much. I have a full-time job, which gives me and my husband enough to live off of while he is in …

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Writing

my heat-oppressed brain

I’m participating in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The goal of NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. I’m a NaNoRebel, because the rules of NaNoWriMo don’t quite fit my current writing goal. The rules state that you can’t start working on this novel until November 1. It has …

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Family

birthday gifts

Today is my mom’s birthday. It’s a milestone birthday, but I can’t say which because she doesn’t like it when I tell people how old she is. Let’s just say it’s a significant milestone birthday. I’m a terrible daughter. I didn’t get her anything. I didn’t even send her a card. I’m going to call …

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