Archive for the ‘The Writing Life’ Category

Moving along…coming soon…Frantic Woman–November Post and Holiday shopping Post

Thanks for all the encouraging thoughts and words! I’m slightly over half way finished!

Play that number, kids.
It might be a winner.
I got an email from the National Novel Writing Month boys today. Everyone who is doing it, got one. It was interesting. A pep-talk that outlined the way the first week of NaNoWriMo everyone’s walking on air, belting out more words than they could have [...]

That’s right…I’m plugging away.
Not sure where the story’s going, exactly, but it’s cracking me up.
And for now, that’s good enough.

Hi folks…I’m off to a great start…this is my favorite part of writing–getting it down. I dread the other part–revising, elaborating, cutting–the part that actually makes something good. But without the first part I never get to the third part–book for sale! So for now, I’m totally loving just writing my story, [...]

I got an email this morning that said my agent is ready to sell the book. She thought the changes were great and she just needs my bio and eight copies of the manuscript! I can’t believe it…must have been that flying dream…Yea!!! Thanks for all the support from so many [...]

I’m drowning in a sea of crap and unimportant facts that mean nothing to my life.
I thought you’d want to share in it. Not right to hog all the crap for myself…
While immersed in an article about Nicole Richie and her amazing themed birthday party that was hosted by and written up in [...]

I’ve got the classic, good news bad news thing going on.
Like fate can’t let me have too much of a good thing at one time because it sees the potential for a huge ego or that’s just life…
Good news: My agent is working her way through my revisions and thinks they look good…hopefully the [...]

After four days of ruminating over how to implement the changes my agent wants to see, wasted time staring at the first page of my book like it was a priceless antique vase I was about to break, not being assured I could get the pieces back together again, I did it. I [...]

and I figured I had two hours max to exercise and pick up the mass of toys strewn around the family room. But, two hours creeped into three, then four…still no sign of them, no call from Bill. I kept thinking that I should write, revise, begin my final push to finish the [...]