If I can't be a dragon-whisperer, can I at least befriend a talking dog?
This is the first November in twenty years that I haven’t taken on the National Novel Writing Month challenge (aka, write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.) The organization that promoted this event, and connected writers who were crazy enough to participate, folded in the spring. I was worried that November without NaNoWriMo would... Continue Reading →
I love fountain pens but they haven't loved me. As I writer, pens are one of my primary tools. While I refuse to freeze in a garret, writing with a fountain pen has always appealed to me. The flow of fountain pen ink is deeply satisfying. Over the years, I've collected at least seven. Whenever... Continue Reading →
Ray Bradbury once wrote about our hesitation to begin anything because of uncertainty and fear. If we listened to our intellect we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go in business because we'd be cynical: "It's gonna go wrong." Or "She's going to hurt me." Or, "I've had a... Continue Reading →
For the 16th November in a row, I'm taking on NaNoWriMo*, and for the first time in ages, I'm not sure I can do it. October wasn't productive, for good reasons. On top of health and energy issues, two members of my household came down with COVID**, which stressed me out so much that there... Continue Reading →
I finished NaNoWriMo in record time this year. I had written 50,000 words by November 23rd and finished my story on November 24th. I had five days to do other things at the end of the month, and one of the things I did was look back over November to figure out why my novel... Continue Reading →
