We Write!
[--- Karen Myers ---] That's an easy one for me to answer. I'm an obligatory reader. If my eyes are open and not otherwise occupied, I'm reading. It's always been this way. My older brother and I had organized conspiracies vs the parents, and so I wouldn't rat him out when he took their other... Continue Reading →
Or, the look on my face as I try to remember how to publish paperback books. It’s been a while. Four years, if I remember right. And it’s been almost three years since I published a new story in any form. So if you’re ever mad at yourself for not writing or publishing fast enough,... Continue Reading →
Recently, for several reasons, Mike Rowe's S.W.E.A.T. Pledge has come to my attention, and I realized how much of it applies to writers. Even to -- particularly to? -- indie writers. Indie writers particularly those of an ADD bent are stuck on a peculiar crucible. Actually we all are. You see the problem we have... Continue Reading →
No, not the so-called authorial Mary Sue/Marty Stu school of fiction, where the reader realizes that the protagonist is the author, just perfected in every way. I can think of one, maybe two people who got away with that for one book, possibly two. Stan Lee slipping himself into the comics on occasion doesn't count,... Continue Reading →
My run up to Christmas (which, as Barbs and I are on Ambo call, is going to be a low-profile day.) has been a quiet one. I am way behind on mince-pies. My kids are elsewhere for Christmas, and I'd rather the day was enjoyed to the full by those who are surrounded by family... Continue Reading →
There's a trick to grinding spices in the mortar with a pestle. You don't actually want to use much pressure, at least not with marble, which is what I am using. Just let the weight of the pestle do the work, and rub downward into the bowl. Every so often I tip the mortar a... Continue Reading →
My subconscious, or Muse, or *$^#$@!!!!! in my head seems to have a problem. Or maybe it’s them, and I don’t mean that in the Woke sense. it’s much more like popcorn kittens then an single subconscious: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDABjGGeZzM It’s like, the hero’s leading the heavily armed convoy into the burned ruins of the city .... Continue Reading →
[--- Karen Myers ---] It's wintertime, there's a helluva lot of snow on the ground, and my 4WD car is in the shop. So, when it comes time for groceries and the liquor store, we have no alternative but to take our big old Ford F150 pickup truck, with its snow plow attached, down off... Continue Reading →
On Being Lydia Bennett A Blast From the Past from November 2018 *Excuse me for this, but it's a Blast From the Past From my other blog, According To Hoyt. I was at a loss for what to write today, and stumbled on this post I didn't remember writing, and which is ALL about writing. Or... Continue Reading →
"Stop Digging!" Which is great if you are a real person, but there are times when you need a character to keep digging. Or when a character is bound and determined to keep digging no matter what you, the mere author, want. So, do you wince and wait to see how bad it's going to... Continue Reading →
Mad Genius Club 