Wannabe writer with hobby of art. Stay and you'll glimpse a small piece of my heart.
In my quest to find delicious hot drinks that are not tea, I thought, "Why deal with the middleman, here?" The middleman in this scenario being dried leaves and pieces of dried fruit or flower petals. So, I got a pack of fresh raspberries and started experimenting.
Read more"...the average word count for science fiction and fantasy novels generally lies between 100,000 and 115,000."
Read moreIf you are stuck and you can't move forward at all, then go backwards in your story until you find the false note. Erase everything after the false note, and try something completely different.
Read moreMommy and Daddy hurry downstairs as the sobbing becomes a full-scale fit. Daddy gathers Bow into his arms, crying so hard she's nearly retching, and takes her upstairs. Mommy stays downstairs with Rosin, inspecting the Glass Lady.
Read moreRosin Grentleyard pokes her head out of the doorway of her bedroom. It is dark, but she knows every plank of wood on the floor. Which ones creak. Which ones sigh. Her parents' room has been quiet for at least two forevers, so they're probably asleep.
Read moreI roll over in bed, squinting and fumbling for my glasses. There’s a hazy figure next to me, and for a moment my heart lurches and stutters like I’m in a horror movie. Before I can scream, her voice—and it’s definitely a her—says quietly, “Please come. It’s okay. It’s just me.”
Read moreCovers: An awful lot of books because I seem to be in a reading jag, The Chosen season 3, The Forever Prisoner, and more.
Read moreFor a few days after my declaration of pure writing focus, the writing process was brilliant. It took me a few fits and starts, but I always found something to write about.
Read moreI stare down my muzzle, my eyes nearly crossed to track the glowing, twelve-inch form twirling in place near my foreclaws. It has been ten minutes since I awoke to this crisis and it. is. still. talking.
Read moreThe door shrieks whenever it opens. It is startling, even after weeks of hearing it. Once in the morning and once in the evening it screams open, then closed. A pair of boots tramps out in the morning and drags in at night.
Read moreI've always had pretty bizarre, entertaining dreams. As this is the case, whenever I hold onto a fragment long enough to remember it, and as long as it isn't too embarrassing, I've opted to write it down. I share it for the laughs, or perhaps for the eyebrow arched in concern for my sanity.
Read moreThe contents of this recipe (and all ensuing photos) were obtained at great personal peril from deep cover as an innocently hungry daughter, asking her Dad just how he does the grilled cheese magic.
Read more"But Dusty, if you've abandoned caffeine, what do you use as a replacement? And what could possibly replace the taste of coffee?" the masses cry out. Well...
Read more"Keep writing through it all. If you only wrote when motivated, you’d be a poet." (Pirateba, author of The Wandering Inn) Words cannot express how much I hate this idea, how long I have bucked it, and the depth of my dread at the prospect of finally facing it.
Read more"You are too proud of who you think you are to notice what you are actually like, which prevents you from changing properly. You do not want to sacrifice that part of yourself. It is probably associated with some delusion that helps you maintain a positive, although very fragile, self-image."
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