I Hope I Don’t Lose My Blog Following, But…
What I’m about to do is probably akin to committing hari-kari, but I’m afraid it must be done. Say What? Yes, The Write Transition is going on…
The Six Train Entertains Me While Grandma H Reads Minds
Despite my Type-A nature, I carry a wee bit of sloth. In terms of blogging, this means I post only once a week. As such, other…
The Scarring Of Innocents
Several months ago, a Facebook friend posted the following image. I have refrained from using it, because she found it on the Internet and doesn’t know…
Do You Believe That They Believe?
A week ago, the Rubins dined at a steakhouse even though the family matriarch (that would be me) doesn’t eat red meat. But I throw my…
Dear Mr. Stephen King, I Read You Differently Now
Whether you enjoy Stephen King’s books or not, his gift for storytelling is tough to deny. Over the years, I have devoured many of his novels,…
Ouch! Glad That Was ‘Nut’ Me
What is it about guys and their jewels? Not only are they obsessed with everything in that general vicinity, they think a smack to the sac…
Pantsers, Outliners, And Chapter One Paralysis
Many of you have heard the terms outliner vs. pantser when it comes to writing fiction. Pantsers are those who write by the seat of their…
