Don’t Ask, But I’ll Tell

I cringe when asked how the novel’s coming, not sure why. I guess I’m trying not to panic myself at my slow progress. I should say my slow but steady progress. There is definite movement, words down on the page that I’m happy with, but it takes some deep thought to find the right wordsContinue reading “Don’t Ask, But I’ll Tell”

Just Another Overdramatic Tuesday

My thirteen-year-old narrator is especially dramatic, so maybe I’m channeling her lately. Or maybe her voice comes so naturally to me because I’m overdramatic myself. Drama abounded last night and I woke up numb and drained, made better only by the divine mochas at my new morning café, and then writing a scene about crossingContinue reading “Just Another Overdramatic Tuesday”