“The weirdest thing happened. I woke up last night, and I swore the clock said 9:36, but it was later than that when I went to bed.” (Confused? Click Here)
I’m boosting the signal for my friend, Symphoni, who is a dancer doing wonderful things in her community.
As anyone who has read my book knows, I love dancers. I admire them for their bravery, their strength, and their ability to translate emotions into movements. Symphoni is reaching out to the younger generation by giving them the opportunity to dance, and she is looking for sponsors to help them pursue their dream. Read the rest of this entry
Hey, guess what? My Dancing Novelette is free on Amazon for the next five days! (Snag a copy here). To kick this off, I thought I’d share a little of my inspiration for the story…
When I’m writing a certain project, I generally have a ‘tool kit’ of inspirational things that I go to when I need to get the juices flowing. Sometimes it’s a song, or a series of pictures, or a passage of fiction, or a physical object… you get the idea.
When I was working on The World That Forgot How to Dance, my primary jump-starters were these two videos. I normally watched them before every writing session, and sometimes in the middle of a writing session if I got stuck, and sometimes right before bed if I wanted my subconscious to keep working on the story while I slept. Read the rest of this entry
Just wanted to let you all know that I’m having a holiday sale for my book on Etsy! Use Coupon Code DANCE to get a dollar off my new fantasy novelette, “The World That Forgot How to Dance.” (It would make a unique stocking stuffer! Also, I’ll sign and personalize them at no extra charge.)
Click Here to go to my Etsy shop
I’ll be running this sale from now until December 31st. Happy reading 🙂
This post features Ellsie
from The World That Forgot How to Dance
Hey, Everyone! I have another Character Survey for you. This one features Ellsie from my fantasy web serial, The World That Forgot How to Dance.
- Gender: Female
- Age: 22
- Hair Color: Light brown
- Eye Color: Dark brown
- Hair Style: Curly, cut very short, doesn’t cover the ears, no accessories
- Body Type: Medium height, thin, like a ballet dancer, carries herself confidently but modestly
- Favorite color: Baby Blue
- Typical Outfit: Skirt that comes down to just below the knees, flowing but not like the gypsy skirts, plain white tank top, flats, one bracelet, stud earrings
What is your ‘senior standout’ title? Best Dancer. But that’s really obvious, isn’t it? So, besides that, how about Most Likely to Come to a Class Reunion.
Name one thing you have no talent for: Styling my hair. I actually used to have much longer hair, but it was so curly and frizzy and I had no idea how to do anything with it. All of my attempts ended in hopeless disaster, so eventually I decided to cut it short enough that I wouldn’t need to mess with it any more. Read the rest of this entry
I was a late arrival to the Pinterest party. I might have held out forever if I hadn’t attended a very interesting class in the Roanoke Regional Writers Conference which presented Pinterest as a writing tool. With that idea in my mind, my unshakable will power gave way to “Well, if you insist…”
I won’t lie and pretend like I don’t sacrifice large sums of time to ogling adorable crafty things or nail polish designs (Oh man, there are some talented DIY-ers out there…) but I have found Pinterest to be a useful writing tool. Or, I guess more accurately: an inspiration tool.
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You know the fantasy web serial I’m running? The drafting phase of this story definitely took the scenic rout. In the end, there were many scenes that didn’t make the final cut. Most of them were scenes I wrote early on of Ellsie dancing, back when I was still trying to get my head around her as a character.
In the end, these scenes were replaced by other dancing sequences that were actually moving the plot along, but I just wanted to share this one because I really liked the way it turned out.
Reverently, Ellsie lifted the wine glass from her bag, setting it on the grass and taking a moment to admire the way the transparent surface caught the starlight. The grass rose to tickle the underside of the glass, like it knew that this was something unnatural and exotic and wanted to unlock its secrets as to how it could capture the light of the moon which the humble plants could only distantly admire. Read the rest of this entry