Hi Readers, I’m in the midst of some bigger articles but wanted to pop on real quick and share a recipe with you that I’ve
Skimming the stories I loved so, I saw the growth of a writer. Glimmers of the novel I am drafting now and the woman I am becoming shine out in those early pages of limping syntax and predictable plots. Every now and then, a good sentence or single word stands out and says, “There is hope for you yet, Scribbler.”
Expectation: Showing off your stellar vocabulary. Reality: Spending ten minutes trying to remember how to spell “potpourri” because you’re too proud to look it up.
I often refer to my novel as “my baby” and I know this is a tiny bit weird. But, being a writer, I really could