Tag: Writing
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So, You Want to Write a Book…

As a published author of eight novels, I am frequently asked by friends and associates how to go about writing a book because they have a story they want to get down on paper. I am an advocate and supporter of anyone who has the desire to write a good story; however, before you begin,…
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Why You Don’t Need a Book Deal

So, you have finally finished the novel you’ve been agonizing over. The writing is flawless, the editing (and re-editing) is complete, the cover is impeccably eye-catching and even your beta readers are praising your masterpiece. The book is to your exact standard and ready for the pain-staking task of pitching to literary agents with the…
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Are Your Affairs In Order?

“The prognosis isn’t good, and you should get your affairs in order sooner than later.” They are the words that none of us ever want to hear, a statement of a pain-staking finality, and what exactly does it mean? Getting your affairs in order means lessening the financial and emotional burdens on your loved ones…
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Book Fairs – Are They Worth the Effort?

Every author looks endlessly for ways to put their work into the public eye in hopes of more sales. Many are without the benefit of a literary agent or manager and are often left on their own to market their writing. Finding new and innovative advertising avenues, especially those that don’t cost a fortune, can…
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What Is “Bad” Writing?

Today on Twitter, someone called out an author for his “bad writing” and, as an author of many years with five published novels, I began to wonder what that term meant. Was the story not logical or appealing or was it more a grammatical problem? The tweeter stated that had the story been properly edited,…
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A Little Birdie Told Me

I didn’t have my father growing up, not my biological one anyway. My mother explained to me, at a very young age, that the two of them had married young and I was a bit of a surprise to them, one that he just wasn’t quite ready for, so he had elected to walk away…
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A Lesson In The Fall

Hues of orange and gold layer the floor beneath me, Members of the multitude of pastel trees, Floating ever so slowly down upon me, Dancing freely in the scented breeze. An everchanging kaleidoscope of color engulfs my eyes, My face kissed by sun-warmed air, A cloudless blue Heaven smiles upon me, The fingers of…


