Today I’m the featured guest on Jill Kemerer’s blog. Please join me as I dish! I became acquainted with Jill last year as she gave me a quick lesson in Twitter 101. As well as being friends, we’re agency mates at Books and Such Literary Agency. Jill is an inspirational romance author. She’s one of those people who never met …
We’ve all met them. Sometimes, they knock boldly on our doors. Other times, they slink quietly past our walls of resolve. They come unbidden. Least expected. By themselves or in pairs. They’re masters at disguise and manipulators of confidence. So skilled are they at what they do, even they don’t see themselves as they truly are; they’re knowledgeable, but not aware. …
What are your feelings on “airing our laundry”? Does it make you uncomfortable if you witness this in public? Does it depend on the circumstance or the situation? In Wednesday’s post I relayed a childhood memory from a humorous perspective. You may remember that I couldn’t look at old “Mr. Fletcher” quite the same way once his wife started hanging …
Sheesh. There they were again. Blue ones. Striped ones. Even…banana yellow ones. And let’s not forget the faded green ones with brown (or were they purple?) polka dots. Hung with calculated precision next to the flapping brassieres, but wedged delicately between an assortment of bath towels, dish rags, and knee socks, were Mr. Fletcher’s boxer shorts. Again. Over on the next clothesline was another visual …
Until about 6th grade, I grew up in Small-town USA. Everyone knew everyone, and we knew all the juicy tidbits about everyone whether we wanted to or not. We knew who our neighbors were and what they had for dinner. We knew who made the best fried chicken in town and who didn’t cook a lick. We knew who had …
I think every generation has their own idea of what constitutes tough. Do any of these sound familiar? “When I was your age, I used to walk barefoot to school, two miles—uphill, in the rain, snow, sleet, and hail.” “When I was your age, if the teacher said ‘Jump’ we asked, ‘How high?’” “When I was your age, we didn’t …
In today’s world it’s easy to become discouraged. We’re confronted with many of the same issues that generations before us faced, however, the exception being that word just travels faster. With the advancement in technology, society’s ills are now broadcast through a variety of means in instantaneous, in-your-face fashion. Our safe, little “bubbles” are suddenly penetrable and less apt to protect us from …
Because I write, I like to visit all sorts of places for inspiration. You never know what you might hear. I’ve found some of the best story and dialogue snippets at shopping malls, grocery stores, libraries, restaurants, coffee shops, and even flea markets. Oh…and let’s not forget church. Obviously, I never repeat anything that could intentionally wound someone or cause emotional …
Writers plot. We create. We craft stories in many genres. We show characters at their best, and even love ’em at their worst. Sometimes, our tales may take a different tack–a more exciting twist– than what we’d originally intended. It can be an intense thing when this happens because, often, it’s during these spine-tingling times when we realize what’s happening is beyond …
I grew up writing letters. The old-fashioned way. Sometimes I’d pen long, drawn out missives on pretty stationery, and when that ran out, I’d use notebook paper decorated with magic markers, pencils, or crayons. Personal computers were unheard of, and of course, e-mail wasn’t even on the radar yet. In many ways life was more of a challenge then. It took deliberate effort to …
