Stories from a Cantankerous Imagination
I was reluctant to adapt the title of writer for a long time. I thought there were rules about it or some form I had to sign. Turns out, if you write, you're a writer! Hooray! I borrowed this questionnaire from a fellow writer, Caroline Huball. You can read her blog at https://carolinehuball.wixsite.com/carolinehuball. Question 1: When... Continue Reading →
It was fast. It was fun. It was over in three months. ... Okay, that's halfway true. The only celebrity I've actually seen up close is Kirk Cameron at an autograph signing. After spending several months on my last manuscript, now out for representation, I needed a change and returned to the contemporary novel I... Continue Reading →
Cut from: Trusting a Traitor, Chapter 26 Reason: Disrupted the pacing. Mama and I were in a screaming match. She could barely hold herself up, she was so drunk, like her legs were under someone else’s control. She sucked in a breath to sling another insult when Ian walked in the door. I was just... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I pretend it doesn't suck. That it doesn't gut me. That it doesn't hurt. I pretend that I'm unaware of how many days have passed. Or how old he'd be. Or what he'd be doing right now. I see what could be, what is, what's missing. He should be here. He should be part... Continue Reading →
“They might say some things that are… offensive,” her mother told her. “We just want you to be ready in case they do.” Cara didn’t understand what that meant, or which word would be the word. She’d heard plenty of bad words, especially when her dad got frustrated when he was working on something in... Continue Reading →
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