Every Thursday, the writers of the Writer’s Retreat participate in the Thursday 13 meme and this Thursday is no exception. A. Catherine Noon Darla M. Sands And from a brand-new entrant:Debbie Cairo Tess Miller And from another brand-new entrant, Lucius … Continue reading →
Every Thursday, the writers of the Writer’s Retreat participate in the Thursday 13 meme. Come join us as we ruminate on 13 things of interest this Thanksgiving Thursday! Nikki Memmott Tess Miller A. Catherine Noon Darla M. Sands Taurus and … Continue reading →
After a long hiatus in which our writing team went on Safari to Africa and photographed the vanishing elephant populations along the Niger River delta, we have returned. Every Thursday, there is a Meme called Thursday 13. Its purpose is … Continue reading →
By the time the sun slept, tucked in its bed, she had a neat schematic of all the pieces she could put together. There were holes, to be sure, but at least she had a start. First and foremost, in … Continue reading →
I want to share a Zen koan with you, but I think first it needs a little introduction. A koan is a teaching fable. They don’t always make immediate sense to Western ears, (and may not to Japanese ones either, … Continue reading →
A lot of people, generally nonwriters or new writers, tell me that to write a novel, one needs an outline. To which I say, Hogwash. That’s right. Hogwash! One needs an outline as much as one needs a pencil – … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine NoonChapter 14 Fine. If Viktor Khrushchev wanted to pretend this was some kind of bad crime novel, then fine. She would show him that Rachel Carmichael was nobody’s fool. After all, it … Continue reading →
As we head into what shows every sign of being a prolonged period of economic stress, it pays to look to our own houses and make sure they are ready to weather the coming storm. As writers, we must be … Continue reading →
The Night Is A Harsh Mistressby A. Catherine NoonChapter 13 Viktor’s smirk widened. “I can find it because I know where to look.” He paused. “You’ve had no contact from the boy?” Rachel squinted in an effort to keep her … Continue reading →
Rachel got halfway through planning her day when it dawned on her that she had parked her car downtown for her date with Steve. “Great. Just great,” she muttered out loud. In the process of looking for the telephone, she … Continue reading →