Gather 'round…
Apparently I didn't give a satisfying enough description of the writing conference. I have been told it was a little lacking. Ahem. I could tell you who was there, and what wisdom they expertly imparted, but if you really wanted to know that, you probably already would have visited the website. You still can. Its... Continue Reading →
A few months ago I spent a weekend at the family cabin and did a lot of reading, mostly on the subject of getting published. On the way home I was resigning myself to the fact that I may have to attend a writers' conference - or seven - if ever I want to see... Continue Reading →
My very being is a sacrifice. A service to the human race. I feed them, shelter them, warm them. Without me, they are a suffering lot indeed. I give everything I am, even unto my own death and cremation. Not complaining, not resisting, no objections at all do I offer. I cool them in the... Continue Reading →
"Just write. Write whatever comes out on the page. Don't worry about content, grammar, anything. Just write." We've all been told this at some point in our lives. It is not advice given exclusively to writers. If anyone has ever been in charge of our education, we've been told to just get some words on paper.... Continue Reading →
Music. It can be so powerful, in every dimension imaginable. I have been a captive of the music of Mumford and Sons for several years, and for whatever reason, I never tire of them. Their music is nothing if not honest, and in their honesty they convey consistently more true emotion than one usually hears... Continue Reading →
You know you've read them before. Maybe you've even written them. That part of the acknowledgements where the author thanks their (husband/children/family/dog/goldfish) for living abandoned lives while they slaved over their book. They come in all different forms, and varying degrees of absurdity. "Thank you to my ever-supportive family, surviving without me these many months... Continue Reading →
I am the ultimate cynic. I am a compassionless soul who spends far too great a percentage of her time judging those around me. I am not proud of the fact – far from it. But this is one of my struggles in life. This is the vice that often reveals my true colors. So... Continue Reading →
You never know when new adventures will begin. A fortuitous invitation to NaNoWriMo last November proved to be the catalyst that would change life forever in the Ottinger household. Who knew that life could take such unexpected turns, if only we allow our imaginations a little freedom? "Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,"... Continue Reading →
Tales From the Nexus 