Tag Archive: Writing

Home office cats

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  I have a home office. I can hear what you’re thinking! “Ho Hum, I thought this was going to be a funny post.” Presently, there’s a black cat in front of the… Continue reading

Drowning in a sea of words. Need…advice…

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I’m trying to draft a letter to an agent, but there is SO much I want to say. Do I start by admitting that I’m a serial writer and if writing were a… Continue reading

…and another scam bites the ice

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Awake at 3:00 in the morning after 8 hours sleep…sort of (if you count the 3-hour nap from 3pm – 6pm). I have Dan Alatorre to blame for my latest dream-mare (not quite… Continue reading

Editing is a humbling experience.

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I’ve heard it said that people who can, do & people who can’t, teach.  Personally, I think that’s a crock of cr@p. The best teachers are the ones who have slogged through the… Continue reading

Writer’s block? More like Writer’s stop.

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No sarcasm — yet —  just a universe of frustration. Weeks of furiously writing the last book in the HELL series. Weeks of watching the pitter-patter of long, slender fingers overworking the keyboard.… Continue reading

Muse Sick

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I think the Muse is sick in Music world. The last song I listened to sounded like Disney married country rock and had a deformed child. Yes, I have discovered the man-bun of… Continue reading

Immortal Sands

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Yes, I have a new book. No, it’s not like the other books. Thank you, Jo Robinson, for the cover, editing and uploading. Click on her name, and you’ll find her latest book.… Continue reading

Wordvolution

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Originally posted on Two on a Rant:
? The origin of the human race, and all of it’s hues, is hidden in the dust and dirt of time. Words, ethereal as the air…

JOELLE’S TALES: FIRST THURSDAY OF THE MONTH #TMAT120 #WRITING #PROMPT FOR 11/7/2019

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PLEASE participate It’s not like I’m asking you to ride a mile on a camel wearing a clown suit. TELL ME A TALE IN (EXACTLY) 120 WORDS     Welcome to NOVEMBER 7!   Today’s… Continue reading

Muse sick? No… She’s simply Liszt less.

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My brain wants meditation music.  Yet I’m listening to George Thorogood singing, “Bad to the Bone?” The overthinking brain whispers, “I don’t care.” The subconscious says, “I’m not listening.” Insomnia by any other… Continue reading