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My Next Big Writing Adventure

Funny how you can find yourself in the middle of something all-consuming, and not remember exactly how you got there. That describes me in relation to the next big step in my fiction writing life.  Somehow in the past two … Continue reading

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Has It Been That Long?

Just because I haven’t posted anything on this blog doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I finished my rewrite of Free Souls in early February, and in the process I scrapped the title and cut out over 65,000 words of the backstory … Continue reading

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Since Last Time

Work I’ve gotten done since last time: Title: Free Souls Chapter in Play: Part 2, Chapter 12 Beginning Word Count: 91,923 Period’s Ending Word Count: 92,049 Oh, the joys of growing as a writer! Or should that be, “the pains”? … Continue reading

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Work I Got Done on Saturday the 19th

Title: Free Souls Chapters in Play: Part 2, Chapters 11 & 12 Beginning Word Count: 91,185 Day’s Ending Word Count: 91,923 (This ending word count is misleading. It doesn’t factor in the verbiage I cut out. Nor does it reflect … Continue reading

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Concept List

It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?  Too busy writing to post.  Which means– what, you think I’m not getting any writing done now?  Never mind, here’s the fiction I’m working on, in chronological order of conception: Title: Free Souls Also Known As: … Continue reading

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Encore

He didn’t want to be there. When Charlene had come home gleefully waving two free tickets to hear the sensational new virtuosa, Malcolm told her he wasn’t interested. When she’d said, nonsense, he loved concerts, he’d shrugged and said, “Not … Continue reading

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Carboot Sale

(Oxfordshire, Easter Sunday, 1995) By camper, car, and caravan they come Creeping, slowly seeking Along the sloping open road Alert with eyes rolled naked Lest they pass        The very town, The turn, the way (it’s told) Will … Continue reading

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