There she is. And there am I, peeking out from m'office. I'm trying to avoid the living room. Why? Because the Last Kid Standing is reading my book, and there is little more terrifying than watching someone read your book. Let me back up... I've been working on this book for a goodly long time.... Continue Reading →
Yikes. Y'ever just feel like the fast forward button is stuck on? It's spring--well, it was spring, until winter came back, but let's not dwell--so that certainly plays a part, unleashing wild rips of energy. I won't lead you to believe that I'm overly productive, but spring has definitely kicked me into a higher gear,... Continue Reading →
Book Review: Artemis Fowl
Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer My rating: 5 of 5 stars So I was subjected to Artemis Fowl second hand, through closed bedroom doors and across tents with no doors whatsoever. I caught chunks and snippets here and there without really listening long before I finally decided to dive in for myself. My oldest (18)... Continue Reading →
I learned more about the words I'd written when reading aloud than I ever have learned about anything I've written. ~Neil Gaiman
Read it. Aloud.
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 →