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Yep. It’s spring. Today it snowed, rained, cleared up and then hailed. I’m waiting for the dark of night so I can claim I’m a postman.
Spring is like that, a clash of two forces: Winter and summer. The metaphor reflects the hardships of writing as well: a winter of rejection versus the summer of a sale. Continue reading “Confronting The Tornadic Winds of Rejection: How To Keep The Faith”
A friend who grew up rural poor says his grandpa’s advice was, “Don’t steal unless you know how to steal.” Mine is:
“Don’t use archaic English unless you know how to use archaic English.”
I’m pretty fair at it, yet I’d never risk it in print. I adore when the high-born Irish love-interest in the fantasy romance says, “Hast thee strided anon upon ye poop deck, milord, forsoothly begorra?”
Continue reading “On the Use of Archaic English: Prithee, Risk It Not”
(Originally published in August of 2016)
How to get back to work when the Universe conspires against you
We’ve been suffering a five-year drought here in the high desert. This year the monsoon returned and has been spitting mud every evening for the last several weeks. It doesn’t rain in the southwest like it does in the North- or Midwest where it can rain for three days straight. Here, no one carries umbrellas because you wait ten minutes and the spot thundershower moves on. Well, usually.
Continue reading “When Chaos Rains”