Mutts or shepherds, mastiffs or terriers, I’ve never been afraid of dogs. I’ve always been a hands-on, roll-around-in-the-grass-with-the-puppies kind of girl. While friends of mine were getting bitten by dogs who’d been teased or were wired wrong, I’d lay in the grass reading after schoclab2chool, my head resting on those same dogs.
Mapping a Twisted Mind
I’ve never been of a planner when it comes to my writing. I write by the seat of my pants; I know the beginning of the story, a few key plot events in the middle, and the end. The rest is a vista of possibility.
Dream Killers
For the last few years, the internet has boiled in hot debate over sparkalay vampires who play baseball. I watched from the sidelines for a long time and actually found myself taking up the battle cry against the undead with diamond-shimmering skin…until a coworker called me a writing snob.
Some Uncharacteristic Wisdom from a Perpetual Girl
I have learned this above all else, and a hard lesson it was, too, but well-worth the pain it took to learn it
When a Man Loves A Woman
Anyway, I’ve been wondering more and more lately what motivates men to fall in love…no, let me take that back, because I don’t really believe in “falling in love” even though I’ve been known to use that phrase in my own writing.
Guest Blog: Author Toni Andrews speaks about the surprises in her publishing experience
Toni has some worthwhile insights about being published. If you’re an aspiring writer, like I am, pay close attention lest you have unreasonable expectations of fame, fortune, and a life of leisure after publishing. 🙂 And without further ado, here’s Toni…
Crap Rat
There is crap everywhere: tucked in boxes and stuffed into the corners of rooms; in green plastic garbage bags like Dexter’s victims and piled, forgotten, in a little used area of the bedroom; in plastic Rubbermaid totes shoved into the loft; in decrepit cardboard boxes, layered in the dust of the ages, neatly stacked in the attic.
Surviving the Cataclysm
I felt like that lady in OfficeSpace–the one who answers the phone multi-line phone with the same greeting over and over: “Financial Aid, how may I help you? Financial Aid, how may I help you?” Talk about conditioning–I don’t salivate at the ring of the bell; I get up to answer the phone.
What Am I, Other Than Clumsy?
I find my work experiences and some certain traits of my colleagues creeping into my writing.
A Day in the Life of Yours Truly
Morning has broken (don’t expect me to fix it. I can barely keep track of the superglue in my house).
Writer Unleashed 