I am currently documenting the process of writing my next book. It's a behind-the-scenes look at the beautiful, messy adventure of transforming my short-form writing (emails, social media posts, random notes) into a cohesive, compelling manuscript. If you've ever wondered if you could turn your own short pieces into a full-length book, join my newsletter so you can watch and learn.
It's summertime and that means writing!
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Reader, It's summertime. Or at least it feels like summer here in Middle Tennessee. The kids are out of school, road trips are just around the corner, and turning my attention to my neglected website. If that doesn't scream "summertime," I don't know what does. One of my summer goals is to spruce up and redecorate my website. Specifically, I want to add some helpful resources. The kind of things that benefit writers like you as you tackle your projects. So, would you mind filling out this short poll and telling me which of these three ideas you'd most like to see come to life?
And hey, you don't need to hit reply or follow a link. Just complete the poll below:
Keep your stick on the ice. Frank Ewert |
The Thrill of Writing
I am currently documenting the process of writing my next book. It's a behind-the-scenes look at the beautiful, messy adventure of transforming my short-form writing (emails, social media posts, random notes) into a cohesive, compelling manuscript. If you've ever wondered if you could turn your own short pieces into a full-length book, join my newsletter so you can watch and learn.
Reader, Mom loved to cook with mushrooms. She didn't include them in every meal, thank God, but they showed up often enough that dinner was a time of trepidation. They were typically canned mushrooms, which are somehow both spongy and rubbery at the same time. We were a "clean your plate" family. Digging all of the mushrooms out and leaving them by the side was not an option. Do that, and you'd have to suffer the fate of eating them all by themselves. (I shudder and choke just thinking about...
Reader, When my siblings and I were very young, everyone in our family was given nicknames from Winnie the Pooh. Winston was obviously granted title character status, though he was neither fat nor obsessed with hunny. Other identities were handed out based on the family hierarchy Mom as Kanga and my youngest sister as Roo, for example. However, some roles were decidedly typecast, which is how I ended up with Tigger. I was a bouncy kid, you see. Maybe even trouncy, flouncy, and pouncy. Sitting...
Reader, I've written the first chapter of my new book. It's called "Playing Hooky," and if you'd like to see how it took shape over the course of three drafts, click here. While I don't plan to share each chapter like this, I thought y'all might enjoy a behind-the-scenes peek at my writing process. Writing is messy work. But unlike bakers, painters, and potters, we don't wear the evidence of our work out in public. Other people only get to see the product after we've polished it. The Google...