Well folks, I have been accepted to write for an online magazine known as Blogcritics and am supposed to have an article posted with the editor within 72 hours of their acceptance, so they can get a taste of my writing ability. Yikes!!!!! Why do I do this to myself? Oh ya, I'm a glutton for punishment.
I'm working like crazy on the final of the Michael and Rose series, creating these wonderful inspirational blogs for you and in between that, I'm marketing Absolute. Then I apply with Blogcritics. What is wrong with me? What do I write? It has to be something original, nothing that I've posted on my blog or anywhere else and they want my personality to shine through. Help! What do I write? Ideas anyone?
Have a great day and weekend.
Friday, 9 September 2011
Thursday, 8 September 2011
Time Travel
How many times have you been in a conversation and just when you were going to make your point, the word you were looking for danced elusively on the end of your tongue, just out of reach, while you struggle because your mouth is no longer attached to your brain? If you're anything like me -- often. Nothing is more frustrating than to finish that conversation and as you walk away, that perfect work pops back into your head.
That's one of the fun things about writing, unlike a physical conversation, the perfect words that dance on the end of your characters' tongues are never lost. You can always go back and make it right when that elusive word comes back to you, giving you the ability, as the author, to go back in time.
Have a great day
http://www.celizabeth.ca/
That's one of the fun things about writing, unlike a physical conversation, the perfect words that dance on the end of your characters' tongues are never lost. You can always go back and make it right when that elusive word comes back to you, giving you the ability, as the author, to go back in time.
Have a great day
http://www.celizabeth.ca/
Wednesday, 7 September 2011
Real Life
Yesterday was one of those days where I wished I could have hid away and wrote. Yup it was just one of those days were scenarios and plots ran through my mind continuously as Michael and Rose relayed them to me, and not being able to put it all down on paper I, in essence, ignored them.
Then the paralegal part of my day was at an end and I was excited to get home and write down what I managed to retain of their story. That wasn't going to happen -- instead real life happened. A friend dropped by for a short visit, hubby was in need of my attention and wanted to talk about his day, etc., etc.. At first I was irritated, because all I wanted to do was pay attention to the words rattling around in my brain. But as the evening came to a close, I realized there was a good reason why that part of their story wasn't going to be written (not yesterday anyway). I was looking for an escape, finding a reason in every situation that presented itself, not to write, why? Because what I have to write puts me at odds -- remember I'm Michael when he hurts and I'm also Rose when she hurts...
Have a great day.
http://www.celizabeth.ca/
Then the paralegal part of my day was at an end and I was excited to get home and write down what I managed to retain of their story. That wasn't going to happen -- instead real life happened. A friend dropped by for a short visit, hubby was in need of my attention and wanted to talk about his day, etc., etc.. At first I was irritated, because all I wanted to do was pay attention to the words rattling around in my brain. But as the evening came to a close, I realized there was a good reason why that part of their story wasn't going to be written (not yesterday anyway). I was looking for an escape, finding a reason in every situation that presented itself, not to write, why? Because what I have to write puts me at odds -- remember I'm Michael when he hurts and I'm also Rose when she hurts...
Have a great day.
http://www.celizabeth.ca/
Sunday, 10 April 2011
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