On Twitter, (X), #LineByLineTime will be sharing WIP openings on June 12, 2024. When thinking of a book's opening, examine each piece of information presented and how it fits into…
There is nothing more disappointing than a book that can't get started. Ruth and I listen to audiobooks when we drive. Our last book was done, and I spent forty-five…
Dogwood flowers are unique. Our dogwood buds form in the late fall and then winter in the Colfax cold. Like the first inkling of a story, it lies dormant, biding…
August 12, 2023, is the Launch Date for Airships from the North. A Saturday may not be the best launch date, but I thought of my mother, Delores Beckman. She…
It is important to put your best foot forward. The way you look, the way you act, and the way you speak gives the folks around you an instant impression…
Today's dilemma is when is enough editing enough? The problem is that of Writer's Recursion, which I discussed earlier, and Writer's Recursion is about to kill my love for book…
The audiobook of Members of the Cast is complete. As planned, I am going "wide" with the distribution. It is on ten vendor sites and will continue to be distributed…
Years ago, we were at our friend's annual Christmas party. There was a gift exchange, and a young woman got something that attracted the attention of other women and girls.…
In our culture, we are taught to be self-effacing. However, in this Chatty Blog, I'm bragging a bit. Members of the Cast (MOTC) was published two years and one day…
On social media, writers lament bad reviews of their books. Some are upset by a family member who doesn't like their book. Others are bothered by a beta reader suggesting…
I watch the news. Apparently, TikTok is evil, and China is eagerly combing over my posts, looking for juicy information. I pity the poor drone who reads my posts, as…
Members of the Cast is a successful book. It is almost two years old, and I have enjoyed book sales being reported. I fear that after one year and nine months,…
I went to a K-8 elementary school surrounded by orange groves. My mother would trot down to the parent-teacher conference with hope in her heart. I wasn't a bad kid…