This seems to me close to my personal rule, “If I read it aloud and pause, that’s where the comma goes.” This after years of being told that was not how to do things.
Just because I have the passionate commitment about writing to put a story on the page doesn’t mean I have a right to the passionate commitment of others, let alone their money and time. I have to earn it and work to keep it.
In a well-crafted novel, every character and every scene has to serve the master players: plot, theme or setting. Best if they serve more than one.
You would think I would have learned after book four, when I mentioned with admiration a celebrity who turned out to be a double murderer, that pop culture references are usually not essential to my kind of storytelling.
The reason these two stories work so well together is that they are both about the pursuit of joy through passion.
I can blow an entire year’s worth of interesting thoughts in one chapter of a book, which could literally be one day in a character’s life. That means I have to sponge up other people’s interesting thoughts. Fortunately, there are lots of other people. Some of them are even friends.
in every romance novel the characters must finally choose love, but all the interim steps toward the essential trust and respect the reader must believe exists are all up to the writer.
Thing is, if I’m going to pay $15 for a book, or $55 for (heavily discounted back of the house) seats for a Vegas show that runs $180 for front row, I expect the creators to have put in more work than a marketing campaign.
With apologies to Edmund White for butchering his opening to Hotel de Dream, I had a great deal of fun going a different direction from his opening line.
It’s a simple question – what could a woman regret so much that she would give up the only happiness that has come her way to make it right?
This week is Thanksgiving here in the United States, a national holiday I’ve always felt was a celebration of food, family and friendship. It’s also a day to be especially thankful for what gifts life has brought.
As most of you know, I’ve recorded chapters from several books using Soundcloud as the host of the free podcasts.
It was weirdly comforting to know she felt things that millions of other women felt. Comforting to think that in the matter of love she might really be … normal.
A problem with ending a story starts at the beginning.
Give me a few hints and all the wonderfulness of every story I’ve ever told will come flooding back.
In the mid-afternoon light the lake was blue with dazzling sparkles; by late afternoon the water had shaded to jade and sparkles went away.
Wouldn’t you rather be learning the native cuisine for your novel’s setting or the intricacies of your character’s career than learning about the fair use doctrine and public domain?
Dull empty words – “She stood up, walked across the room and grabbed…” They add so little to any story that readers probably skip them, so why bother writing them?