I’ve got a confession. I have more??unfinished stories than I do finished. I am also guilty of Book Writing Blues. What’s that you ask? ???I don’t believe anyone ever suspects how completely unsure I am of my work and myself and what tortures of self-doubting
This post originally published on Dec 30, 2015. Our Wednesday Writers Wisdom??comes to you today from me. I??started blogging five years ago, found a writing community, and have not looked back since.??Together with my??best friend and writing partner, A.L. Mabry,??my dream of a writing community
So you wrote a book… If you’re like most writers, when you finish a book, you want to get published. This is when the nail-biting starts. However, there are steps you need to take to ensure you present your story in its best possible light.
“But I just want to write!” “Ugh. There aren’t enough hours in the day.” “Blah. The blank page.” And my favorite, “Oh man, I’m stuck. I don’t know where to go from here.” I hear it every day all day (yes, from my own lips!).
While I don’t??always write a great opening line, I do hear a lot of praise about most of them. I’m not entirely sure if my process will work for anyone else, but since great openings are key to book sales, I’m going to share it
We are still celebrating World Poetry Month here on Our Write Side. Today’s poetry is a rhyme from our CEO, Stephanie Ayers, titled When Beauty Falls. Enjoy. When Beauty Falls He stands there, stoic and bold. Naked, he shivers in the cold. Slowly he buds,
I hear often that I’m a great scene setter. I have a way of pulling you into the story like it’s on a movie screen in your head. Though I come by this naturally, I still have to work to get it exactly right. Too
Title: Til Death Do Us Part Author: Stephanie Ayers Genre: Horror Amazon rating: 4.7 stars Reviewed by: Emma T. Gitani Blurb: When Ian buys Elizabeth a Tiffany???s engagement ring, he unwittingly sets off a series of deadly events as the ring goes full circle —
Her eyes search for the DJ in the smoke filled room. She needs to keep her eye on him between songs in case he calls her name. The music in the club vibrates throughout her body. She knows that even without her hearing aids on,
Crap. I have run in my stockings. Not only am I now mortified, crawling on my hands and knees from class to class, but I have to suffer a run in my hose too. I knew I should have played hooky today. ???Everyone is gathered