So, I was going to write yet another pithy little piece on productivity, but life had other plans.
So, another little lesson I've learned ... start right away.
"Complaining about not achieving success despite working hard is like ..."
Eventually I discovered why so much of my writing time is unproductive.
Aspiring writers often ask about an author's process ... as if there is some magic clue that will help them write.
They're a fact of life, especially for an author.
Ah, the joy of bad reviews! Yes, they're fun. But they take a little getting used to.
Riot and destruction at our nation's capitol. Riot and destruction in our nation's cities.
I love working with new writers and watching them grow in their craft.
Christmas is a glorious holiday ... but it's a little funky this year. And I'm having a certain amount of trouble focusing.
Working when things get tough. I keep at it. But uncertainty and sadness take their toll.
Is it possible to write while on vacation?
Today was a GOOD day! Here's what I did ...
What else can I do when a book comes knocking, but answer the door and get on with it?
Okay, so it's true. You can't write ALL the time.
I said "NO" again this week ...
Okay. I confess it. Working on the new book is a struggle.
So, COVID. Yeah, I don't really want to talk about it, either.
Having received my agent's letter after reading my work-in-progress, it's time to assess some cold. hard. facts.
So if my agent had said something irrelevant, I would have known it.
So I send the partial to my agent. Bless him, he reads it right away. No waiting and waiting ...
I've written 25,000 words of the new novel--and couldn't be happier!!
Working on the new middle-grade novel and it's going ...
Sketches are coming in. They are lovely. But I also have some comments.
Inspiration! It's so wonderful when it shows up at my door. And it usually brings its friends ...
My creativity tends to flourish when I have a physical challenge.
Some good things have come from having a broken wrist.
Uh-oh. In a never-ending quest for exercise (the writer's life is all too sedentary), I fall like a chopped oak.