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    Reflections on I vs. She… POV

    Before hitting the hay for the night, I thought I’d get this thought down in writing… Parched is the first book I’ve ever written in the first person–actually the only piece of work I’ve finished writing in that particular POV.  It has always been a struggle writing in the “I.” I think it had a lot do with me, writing “I” and the “I” not actually being “me.” It felt like readers would read the characters and see me and think I’m writing about myself.  I didn’t want to be exposed. Why? Because readers are right in some regards to read the writer in the text. We pull parts of…

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    Oh, Now I Know You Ms. Main Character…

    Too bad I’m on page 107… I’m pretty sure I’m rightfully at the point in the first draft of the novel where I’m to ask myself  if I’ve effectively created a strong character, whom I’ve come to know by how she lives, acts and reacts?  Now floating in this headspace at the moment, my mind is returning to the beginning of the story and I’m asking myself how different is she on page 107 than she was on page, let’s say, 5? And how have I showed that transformation? And, have I actually shown it??? And do you want to know my answers? Okay–here’s the long of it…that’s not so…

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    5 Reasons to NOT Write from Home… (now 6!)

    if you don’t have to… 1. The TV What more can I say. Right now I’m tuned into a rib and chicken cooking contest after only having a bowl of raisin bran. I sure would like to be one of those judges right now.  Precious writing minutes are dwindling away second by second. 2. You’re able to look around the room and think of everything else you have to do today, like the laundry, the dusting, paper shredding, pay bills, etc… And still, there’s the TV. So on top of ALL the tasks I have to do today, the TV is still there calling my name, sucking me into whatever…

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    Page 50 Happy Dance…

    I remember the days when I used to do the page 50 happy dance… I’m thinking I’ll be there tomorrow and I wonder if I’ll do the dance…hmmm… It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten to page 50 on a new book. For the past 3 years, I’ve been rewriting already written stuff. So, this is a great position to be back in again. Truthfully, I can reach that goal tonight, which is really today a little after midnight, if I wanted to.  If I were willing to sacrifice an hour of my sleep. And the truth is, if I hadn’t watched the last episode of My So Called…

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    The Artist LIVES!!!

    Again. Bam. No, really, it has been a long journey to get back here, to come full circle like this.  I feel like I did when I hula-hooped again, a few weeks ago in Seattle. See, I used to hula-hoop all the time when I was 8 years old.  However for the last two years, I’ve tried it again, and couldn’t get it going. That’s until I met the hippy at the marketplace who gave me a lesson, sold me a solid hula-hoop and told me to just go for it, “believe in yourself!” And I did go for it. She turns to look at her hula hoop resting against…