As we approach the holiday season, I often wax nostalgic. Maybe you noticed this in Monday’s post. I suppose it’s because my childhood and where I grew up are the inspiration for my stories. I’m drawn to those comfy places and I long to recreate them. When we’re children, I don’t know that we can fully appreciate our roots. In …
Ever Wish a Book Would Write Itself?
I’ve heard more than a few writers proclaim “It took hardly any effort– the words just poured onto the page! Why, my book practically wrote itself!” Now, if that’s you, please don’t take offense. Some folks just shake, rattle, and roll a wee bit different from others. I must admit, though, I always have a few thoughts when I hear …