Category: writing process

So this “writing prompts” thing is cool – even if I never see any of it again, it’s helpful. This morning, I used the word wrapped and wrote a couple of things from it. I could do more. Weird, how finding a word that seems so obvious, so specific, can open my eyes to feelings

After shuttling all those cute Kids out the door this morning, I grabbed the pruning shears and went to work on my overgrown shrubs. Sometimes I find myself picking up one branch and carefully, gently, snipping it so the new leaves will grow just so. Other times (most of the time) I hack. Lunge. Chop.

Sometimes I think I’m a writer. Then there are days when I have nothing. Nothing in my fingers. Nothing in my brain. My very soul is a shriveled pod, empty of thoughts or images or ideas. But at least I can always be overly dramatic, right? So I’m cheating. Sort of. I googled “writing prompts”

I’m working on a story that has all kinds of things in it that I don’t know anything about. Because I can’t always write what I know. I don’t know all that much. I’d run out of ideas pretty fast. But there would be a lot of food in my stories. Um, there is, in

Oooh. Yesterday morning I woke early-early and worked on a story for/with a friend. It’s sort of a collaboration thing. She has a great historical nugget, and I put it in my words. If I do say so my own self, it is beautiful. We have some kinks to work out, and some details to

Title Drama is ebbing. Hooray. There are such good, brilliant people working at my publisher’s house (Hi, Lisa, Heidi, Emily!), and sometimes I just take their word for stuff. You know, like I would with my parents back when I was suggestible to their direction. Sure, okay, if you say so, I’ll go with you.