Category: Writing Reflections

A new year is here and I, like many others, take this time to look backward and forward, taking stock of where I am, and how that stacks up to where I thought I would be. I’m not a big one for resolutions. I AM a big one for plans – I make them all…

My goal before the New Year is to have my desk clean and organized. Okay, MOSTLY clean and organized. It may or may not happen. Anyway, I have the day “off,” so of course I have spent it doing laundry, some dishes, some organizing here and there. I sent off the next excerpt of Border Watch…

Which is really when I seem to get all my work on my blog, etc., done. Mostly because it’s quiet. Until SOMEONE decides to wake up and come in and put on Bollywood, at which point my concentration is shot because seriously, who can write stuff when there are really bright colors and incorrigibly catchy…

Saturday Rob and I decided to load the dogs into the car and head downtown to the local farmers’ market. This market is the equivalent of the bar in Cheers, where everyone knows your name—or in our case, where everyone knows the name of Captain, our Basset hound. However, on this day, we drove down…

I’m sitting here after a moderately full day of training and other work-related things, having eaten a large dinner complete with a dessert treat of ice cream and tea. In an effort to spur the NaNo brain back into action, I’ve got The London Howlin’ Wolf Sessions currently playing on the old iTunes soundtrack and…

So, after a morning spent with migraine, work, migraine, and not very much writing, I chugged 1600 mgs of Motrin and a couple of bottles of water, went for a walk outside, ate lunch, surfed the web, and finally sat down to work on Steel-Toed Blues. I coughed out a couple hundred words. Then I…

It’s Day 5 of NaNoWriMo, and I got off track just a tad. I’ve been pretty good about the whole “no social media or TV/movies until you hit your 2K” restriction that I’ve placed on myself, and so far I’ve been chugging along with my story, churning out those words. However … (cue minor key…

Today begins the first day of the month of November, being namely the Feast of All Saints in the Roman Catholic church. The new chaplain said mass, and the members of the choir sang and played. It was an exercise in improvisation, given that I wasn’t able to make it to rehearsal on Wednesday due…

It was at one of the first writers’ group meetings I attended in Fayetteville when my soon-to-be friend, writing buddy, and future woman-who-gives-me-good-advice Suze fixed me with her steely gaze of inquiry and asked in her formidable British accent: “So, what are you – plotter or pantser?” Okay, so the “steely” and “formidable” part may…

…to scatter all my concentration to the wind and make me wish that my favorite things to do didn’t involve looking at screens or pages or anything other than closing my eyes and laying down in a darkened room. But, since I’m a glutton for punishment, I actually managed to get things done today. Even…