My Game plan for 2014: Get my novel published: I will get editors, a cover designer, and a […]
writing
Last night I had an interesting and vivid dream: I went to a writers conference for women. […]
I need to write a new chapter. Right there, between Chapter 20 and 21, I rushed. Write there. […]
Okay, I’m a Noun Blogger. Now what? I could go on and on. But I won’t. Instead: My […]
Today’s prompt: “write a poem that begins and ends with the same word.” Rainy Day Ball Game Today […]
Photo Friday and NaPoWriMo: Signs
Signs in the window, Signs of the road. Signs of the time. Signs without words. Danger, Beware, Careful, […]
A cold caught me. It’s had me for over two weeks. Not a down-in-bed kind of illness; just […]
Photo Friday: My Three Offices
Look how abundant my life is! Not just one office, THREE. Wheeee!! Three places to write, to work, […]
I’ve been in mourning. Mourning the loss of my freedom. Wishing to have more without giving anything up. I made a list of all the things that make be cry when I think about leaving my business of free-lance writing and consulting: long commutes, walking in my yard anytime I want, my office, lunch with Loved-One, fluidity…
I know, I know. In these economic times, I should be happy that I have this opportunity. Especially, since I was minding my own business and two, yes, two firms contacted me. I’m really am sooo lucky.
So why do I feel sad?
Did you ever meet someone, who immediately left an impression on you that you knew would last a lifetime? That’s what happened when I met Emerson Doering. Who wouldn’t be impressed? The lanky, young blond pulled a pear tree across a lot on a piece of cardboard. The tree was no sapling. Emerson dragged a tree with a 3” diameter trunk the length of a football field.
Holy smokes. I believe Emerson Doering can do just about anything. So, it’s no surprise that she’s impressed me again as an outstanding fiction writer. I jumped at the chance to talk with her about her new thriller, KNOCKDOWN. Her characters are so believable, they are with me yet, and it’s been a couple months since I “turned the last page” on my Kindle edition.
A few of Emerson’s writer friends challenged her about