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If you've read any books on writing, at least books on writing with the intent of being published, then you know that there are seventy-five million ways to be rejected, a deluge of precise methods we can employ to ensure our work will never see the light of day. Despite our desire to 'just write'... 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 always surprised by my own reaction to fiction. I, of course, have rather strong preferences on content, and I am sure that I gravitate towards style similar to that with which I, myself, write. But when I pay attention to the little things that make or break a read for me, I see... Continue Reading →
"It has been well said that an author who expects results from a first novel is in a position similar to that of a man who drops a rose petal down the Grand Canyon of Arizona and listens for the echo." P.G. Wodehouse, Cocktail Hour I'm planning all the ways I can make my rose... 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 