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SPARKING WRITERS TO ENGAGE, EMBRACE & SOAR

In the ebb and flow of our writing, distractions crowd our periphery. In those lean times when hunkering in the chair and clacking out sentences seems drudgery, I fight to recall what captured me in the beginning. What nudged me to write. For me, the love of words. Simple words, better words breathing life into …

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I love new writers. Naïve, passionate, slapping words together at a feverish pace. Often pantsers, their unbridled confidence is awe-inspiring. I wish we remained in that glorious state, certain we are writing best sellers and that readers will love us. For most writers authordom is a long hall. Seasoned writers find themselves in deep ditches …

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The television program, “This is Your Life,” a jewel from the fifties, lured unsuspecting famous folk in studio. Audio clips touting their achievements followed. Next, those who’ve witnessed the celebrity’s accomplishments were paraded in. Hugs, sometimes tears, followed. Presents, including jewelry, a memory scrapbook, a 16 mm projector and camera, were presented to the honored …

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The blank page is a writer’s worse enemy. How many times have we sat frozen, staring at a blur of white space? It amazes me to hear famous authors have suffered this fate. The whole “get back on the bike” analogy doesn’t apply, or maybe we get back on-write a few lines-only to fall off …

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Autumn evokes warm memories for me growing up on the east coast.  Leaves change from green to crimson and bright yellow, delicious air brisk and soothing. My perennial October joy ended abruptly in 1993 when I became that one out of seven women diagnosed with breast cancer.  It’s also when I noticed the color pink.  …

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The bottom leaves few options. Whether you’re starting a novel or stuck somewhere in between, consider yourself at the bottom. Daunting I know. And counter intuitive. Yet the bottom leaves only one direction. Up. Underground tunnels often lead nowhere. Writing seems that way sometimes. I’ve found myself huddled over my laptop, moving in circles. I …

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After umpteen submissions of my current novel the dance became old.  I didn’t give up. Instead, I started another novel, pumped my social media and considered self-publishing. I suppose for those with a healthy hide, buttered and tough, the rejection game is cake. Despite the onslaught of vague rejections perseverance kept me going. But bruises eventually …

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