I’d probably have an easier time convincing people I saw a bonafied UFO than get them to believe how much time I’ve spent on buses this weekend. Portland isn’t far from Seattle. Bolt Buses are cheaper than trains, and practically the same thing, right? I mostly caught up on sleep on the way down. That, and… Continue reading Portland, Press Publish, and Other P-Words
It is insanely hard for me to read a novel while I’m working on writing one. I know writers are supposed to be voracious readers, gobbling up books constantly to fuel their own brillaint ideas and inspire their own artistic minds, but I always feel like I’m caught up in one or the other. I… Continue reading The Challenge of Reading While Writing
Well, I’m at it again. I think writer must be an old Latin word for “foolishly persistent.” As if I didn’t learn from those three early years of seeking and writing and querying for representation, I’m back to the drawing board again with new novels and new resolve, determined to get myself published. It’s almost… Continue reading Querying Again
There is nothing like sitting down in Starbucks with a hot cup of tea and a manuscript. I love my itty bitty notebook, Pinkie. I get compliments on it all the time, but really, I just like having a netbook that fits in my purse.