With a little (LOT!) help from my friends

I've been fretting over the dialogue in my current WIP. It was thisclose to driving me to distraction. (not that it would be a long trip, mind you.) Then earlier today, a friend offered to take a look at my problem, and lo and behold, the advice she gave me just clicked! Now I truly believe I can write the next segment of my story without pulling all my hair out or gnashing my teeth. Huzzah! Thanks, Sarah!!

To whom it may concern

I. LOATHE. WRITING. DIALOGUE.

That is all.

A bit of frivolity on a Sunday afternoon

I recently acquired Printshop, and while I'm still learning about all the bells and whistles, I was able to construct this little bit of Ezra-ness. Cheesy, but I like it. :D

E-Vil Plot Bunnies

So, I'm right in the middle of a story. It's flowing just fine, my characters are cooperating to the fullest extent, I'm happy. Then what happens? From out of nowhere, an EPB smacks me upside the head, refusing to go away until I give it my full, undivided attention. Sigh.

I shouldn't complain. At least I am writing, right? :D

It's a conspiracy, I tell ya

So, armed with my outline, favorite writing music, a clear view of where the story is going, and a determination to finish at least one chapter tonight, I sat down to write. And I did. 387 shiny new words. Then BAM! Where the heck did that brick wall come from? I give up.

Jay Dratton

So, I finally got to see Starke's "Cold Case" ep, and wow! Granted, he was a jackass at the beginning of the show, but by the end of the hour, I was almost moved to tears. This man amazes me with his range of emotions. Here's hoping he will continue sharing his talent with us for many years to come.

Ha!

No twitterpation here, mind you. Except for that with Mr. Standish. :D