Quickly, before I go to my full time job, two BIG things ( Read more... )

In following the path of the history/folklore writer, I've been researching a story that happened about an hour or so north of here, in Russell County Virgina. in 1791, during the last gasp of the Shawnee in this area, a party of ten or twelve Shawnee attacked a family by the name of Musick. The father, David, was killed outright, but the mother ( Read more... )

PJ was totally great. He gave us a longish speech, but it was hilarious, so it didn't matter, we were all entertained. Although, having read so much of his work... I couldn't help but notice that he'd plagiarized himself quite a bit. The speech was bits and pieces of all of his books, it still made us all giggle and hee-haw ( Read more... )

I need a fifty dollar word that means "All hell broke loose."

Or something to that effect.

Well, hello there! It's been a long time since you've come around here. I'm glad to see you again, I really missed you.

Wait. You look sort of different. And you sound different, too. Are you sure you're my muse?

You're telling me about the.... about the Puffinosophers Stone.

Who else's Muse would you be then. Nice to have you back.

I just got the best advice ever about writers block.

"Ever done anything stupid? Write about it!" - Bil Lepp, winner of the West Virginia State Liars Competition.

Let's Dial up the WAYBACK MACHINE! How far back are we going? Oh, a few lifetimes, way back to 1986. Back in 1986, our hero was in the first grade, and was just learning to write. Oh, the endless copying of letters, of words, of entire sentences. How awful, how boring! But, our hero learned, look! I can make up my OWN sentences. And, then, ( Read more... )

When I'm working on a story or a novel, it rarely holds my entire attention. I get bored after an hour, I set it aside, and do something else. I come back the next day. Even in the stories that I was ecstatic to be writing, none of the characters haunt me as much as Emma and Dark Soul have ( Read more... )

I wrote this for a contest that I didn't win. The prompt was something about Chaucer's Canturbury Tales. I was always fascinated with the Wife of Bath, so I took her for my inspiration. Re-reading it, I also realized that it's about my fears of what might happen to me if I lost my husband ( Read more... )

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