Monday Musings: Writing is Like . . .
On Friday, the brilliant Tracey Hansen tagged me in a “new bloggy project exercise thingy” called Writing Is Not Like a Box of Chocolates: A Meme. THE RULES: Take the phrase “Writing is like . . .” and finish it.…
Friday Fiction: Flash Fiction #2
Having finished a first draft of my middle-grade novel, I am awaiting editing comments from a beta reader. I’m not ready to delve into another large project, but I do enjoy continuing to write fiction. Thankfully, there are some great…
Wednesday Words: Tom Swifties
The First Tom Swift Book Thanks to David Lubar and his book Sleeping Freshmen Never Lie, I discovered a couple of years ago the fun of making up Tom Swifties. Tom Swift was a character from a book series published…
Monday Musings: The Versatile Blogger Award
My sincerest thanks to the talented Tracey Hansen who nominated me for The Versatile Blogger Award. I strongly encourage you to visit her at her blog, Tracey Hansen Will Write for Food. Tracy’s razor-sharp wit is either the stuff of…
Friday Fiction: A Writing Doppelganger?
Barack Obama & Ilham Anas Do you know what a doppelganger is? I didn’t – that is, until an episode of How I Met Your Mother defined the word for me. According to American Heritage Dictionary, however, a doppelganger is…
Wednesday Words: Fun with Phobias
I should state at the outset that if you have a phobia, it isn’t fun. I know someone who has ranidaphobia, and the one time a frog got into her house, it was not pleasant. Having said that, the names…
Monday Musings: What Does Your Car Say?
I recently noticed that a Twitter friend of mine (William G. Jones) mentioned in his brief bio: “I drive a ’57 Chevy.” On Twitter, you only get 160 characters to describe yourself, so you have to think hard about what…
Friday Fiction: You’re So Vein
I am not a vampire expert, but I feel reasonably well-versed on the literary phenomenon of blood-suckers and eternity seekers. It began with a late Saturday night reading of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, which my college roommate interrupted by coming home…
Wednesday Words: Talking Texan
In a prior post, I said that I enjoy mimicking accents, though I am not fluent in any foreign languages. But I should qualify that some people think my native tongue of Texan is a foreign language. In fact, an…
Monday Musings: The Best Sport
If I had to write a personal ad, it might look something like this: Young-ish, attractive (enough) female seeks tall, broad-shouldered, thin, dark-haired male to provide intellectual companionship, enough financial security so that she can keep writing and raising her…