The other night I got an interesting insight into my novel. Apparently, in descriptive passages, there’s much about what people look like, what they wear, how they appear to one another, and not much about what they eat. Read the rest of this entry
I’ve been talking a lot about my novels to new friends lately and they all seem caught off guard when they find out I write…(whispers) erotica. It usually leads to a discussion about sex and sexiness and the general perception of this in the real world versus novels. Herein lies my take on that very fun word and concept.
Call it a midlife crisis or finding myself or just a turning point. But at 40 I’m starting to finally figure out I’m okay to just be me. And I kinda like who I am.
Currently trying to motivate myself to write again. Therefore, you get to see a series of wonderful writing and reading related images (why, yes, it IS my personal procrastination procedure). Enjoy!
How, pray tell, did it get to be JUNE already and late June at that?! That’s nearly 1/2 of the year GONE. And I have no idea where it went!
I’m technically a child of the 80’s, born in early 1974, but I was raised by a woman who loves all eras and genres of music. So, the Doors immediately popped into my head for this post (you’ll understand in a minute why). And, yes, I’m that crazy person who uses song lyrics as part of every day conversation. Sorry…not sorry?
I’m not Catholic but I like the idea of confession…and absolution. So…I hereby declare today (and every Friday henceforth until I’m bored with it) – RANDOM CONFESSION FRIDAY!
What gives words their power in our lives? Is it the context in which they’re used? Is it the speaker or the writer of them? Or is it the words themselves, the combination of them, that gives them power?