We Write!
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 →
And other popular myths. I am certain that there are people who exist, and write best, firmly avoiding any contact with their fellow human. I have doubts about the kind of writing they might produce. I mean, who can write a fully developed character who isn't themselves (and no, I don't mean a Mary Sue)... Continue Reading →
Most weeks I don't have a lot of time to read. At least, that's been the case recently. Work, life, writing. The writing is a very good thing. Ok, all of it is good. Reading has been ranking way down there, I'm afraid. I've fit in a fair amount of research reading, and one pleasure... Continue Reading →
This holiday I managed to find myself with one kid at home. Two of my daughters are up at college - one in her dorm, the other visiting - one is with her grandmothers, and my son is at home. He's blissfully pretending that he's an only kid for four days, and for the baby,... Continue Reading →
As we learn to write, one of the greatest tools, and conversely, the most crippling failing, can be the understanding that humans are predictable. It can be very easy to predict that a man and a woman pushed into close proximity with, say, one of them in the role of taking care of the other... Continue Reading →
I've had a series of conversations I took part in this week, and in them answered, or helped answer, some questions that I thought applicable enough to repeat them here. Writing, publishing, cover art... it's all fodder for the blog, right? I had a conversation the other day with a friend who is also a... Continue Reading →
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