Romance novels. . . they're all the same. It's a formula. The charges are set most often at the feet of HEA writers, but no doubt mystery writers--inclined to solve the crimes they create if they hope to publish--are subject to the same shade. We follow formulas. Well, duh. There's a beginning, middle, and end… Continue reading There’s Something about Rock: a MUST read from Wilhelmina Wooster who always follows the formula.
Rain, rain go away! What moves you to write?
It’s raining in Northern Virginia—again. This would be welcome news if the summer had been sizzling as summers are supposed to be. I should be cranking about my brown lawn about now. We don’t have a drip system outside of God’s garden hose and yours truly so a brownish lawn is typically where it's at… Continue reading Rain, rain go away! What moves you to write?
Mom Brag: That’s when I go off
It doesn’t matter how old kids get, they’re still yours. The connection doesn’t end at age 18. It morphs from tending tangible needs—Hungry? Eat. Problem solved—to listening as grown kids solve their own issues. Or try. In the age of TMI—too much information—options are on the rise. Stress too. College? Career? Men? New York, Virginia,… Continue reading Mom Brag: That’s when I go off
Feed me, Seymour!
No, we’re not talking Little Shop of Horrors. Not yet anyway. My kidlings—even when newly sprouted—sensed when mom needed a break. Especially from the game of seeing who could get me to go ballistic first. Sadistic? Maybe. I sure thought so at the time. WARNING: Homeschool horrors will trickle out on this writer's blog. And… Continue reading Feed me, Seymour!