Tag Archive: Writing

Walking through the desert called my mind

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Creativity has deserted what is left of my brain, leaving an arid place with few hills. There’s a mountain in the distance with no trees. I slog across waves of light beige desolation.… Continue reading

What’s not to write?

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This brain is a strange thing.  It can think of stories to write, filling pages with adventures that never happened to people in alternate universes that don’t exist. This is the same brain… Continue reading

NaNoWri(some)Mo : Year 5

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Yes, I wrote another book for NaNoWriMo. I’m hoping my cover will look something like this… …with the photoshop of a space ship somewhere on the cover. I know nothing about photoshop, so… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : The rite of writing right

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I’m the first to admit that I’m no Hemingway.   All of us are broken and anyone who is over the age of 5 is insane. Question is, where are we on that bell… Continue reading

Shameless self-promotion

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I call it what it is. If you go to Amazon.com, and type in “books by Joelle LeGendre” you can easily find all 3.  If I try to put the link on this… Continue reading

Senseless Tuesday Sarcasm : Writing

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Welcome to 3am, a time of night I like to call… …Writer’s Prison. I hear that writing is supposed to be hard.  If it’s so hard, why do I have 18 books in… Continue reading

Wish list

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Do you keep a wish list? I don’t.  The dog might eat it or the cat will knock it off my desk just because it’s there. As an example: Nothing but dementia will… Continue reading

Write, write, write…right?

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I was listening to a talk radio show that I enjoy with my friends from Alpha Centauri.  Usually, it’s about bigfoot, UFO sightings, why you should take vitamins, and why there won’t be… Continue reading

Writing advice with a touch of humor

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 I’m not a grammar and punctuation Nazi, but when it comes to writing books, I need someone who is.   If you’re looking for an editor, there are hundreds of people willing to take… Continue reading

#Writephoto : Soar

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She sat on a very light brown chair, oak by the looks of it, listening to rumblings inside a packed courtroom. Outside the window, clouds formed and birds soared without care, while she… Continue reading