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Is Anyone Really Writing the Great American Novel?

I still come across characters in books who want to write The Great American Novel, though in real life (or as real as it gets online) I don't see people saying that. Has the desire to write The Great American Novel been superseded by the desire to write the next million-dollar bestseller? And is either goal realistic for most of us, or even worth pursuing?

Frankly, when I started writing this bloggery, I didn't even know what The Great American Novel is, so I went trolling the Internet (so much

Words of Healing, Words of Fun

Tonight is No Whine, Just Champagne, my live discussion on Gather.com, and the host of the discussion chose to discuss — among other writing concerns — jingles, verses, word play, greeting card sentiments. It should be fun — I tend to take writing too seriously, but my love of writing started with a love of playing with words. Long before I started writing novels, I wrote snippets of poetry. I'd spend hours looking for the perfect word, for the perfect rhythm, the perfect innuendo. Some of those

I Received an Invitation to be a Speaker at a Writer's Conference!

My fame is spreading! Well,  maybe it's not my fame that's spreading, maybe it's just my name. Or perhaps they are the same? Yikes, writing like that would never get into one of my novels. Inadvertant rhymes? That won't do! Still, the sentiment is true. Someone, somewhere has heard of me, because yesterday I received an invitation to be a speaker at a writer's conference!

Scribblers' Retreat Writers' Conference would like to cordially invite Pat
Bertram to be a guest speaker for one of our four co

Creatures of the Corn

When he entered the cornfield and saw the stalks closing in over his head, his heart beat faster and icy beads of sweat chilled his brow. He wiped his clammy hands on his pants and forced himself to relax.

He looked around. A wide path cut through the corn, and the tall stalks afforded some protection from the incessant wind.

He stopped short. What was that?

He listened, but did not hear anything out of the ordinary.

Man, you've got yourself spooked. Get your head straight!

As he hurried to catch up

Claire Made Me Do It

I have a confession to make: I seldom leave comments on the blogs I visit. Mostly I don't want to sound like an idiot (or a spammer) and say: Thanks for sharing, though sometimes that is exactly what I want to say — so many bloggers write fantastic and helpful articles.  Occasionally I don't understand the repartee going on in the comments, so I skulk away without leaving my mark. And all too often I don't have the time to come up with something witty, clever, or even passably intelligent to wri

Sun-Warmed Apricots and A Court of Western Kingbirds

July is almost over. I could ask where the time has gone, but I know the answer to that one — it passed me by while I was paying attention to other things. No, writing is not one of those things, unless you call sending dozens of emails and posting several blog articles writing. Of course, those are writings, and they are creative, it's just not the sort of writing that adds pages to a manuscript.

So what have I been paying attention to? Starting a new blog for Second Wind Publishing, as if one i

A Shocking (And Embarrassing) Reality

I received my second royalty check yesterday and was shocked (and a bit embarrassed) by how few books I had sold online in the past couple of months. I've been a big advocate of online promotion, and I've had a great time connecting with people on Facebook, Gather, Twitter, Goodreads, this blog, and other sites. Apparently, however, while I've been making friends, I haven't been making sales. I realize the economy is bad, that people are spending money for vacations and back to school clothes, t

The Apollo Moon Landing, The Dish, and Me

I was taking a walk on earth forty years ago when men were walking on the moon. Unlike everyone else, it seems, I wasn't sitting in front of a television. For one, we didn't have a television, for another, the whole thing seemed rather ho-hum to an inveterate reader of science fiction. If we hadn't been there in truth, we'd been there in stories, in imagination. So, oblivious to the excitement, I went for a walk.

The passing years — and all the movies and the books about the subject — didn't chan

Wringing the Ings From Our Things

I know you're getting sick of hearing how much I hate copyediting, but it's only my work I hate copyediting. I truly get a thrill out of reading a soon-to-be-published book that one day thousands of people might love. In addition, I get to mark up the manuscript. My suggestions probably won't make any difference to the success of the work, but they might help keep future readers anchored in the story. It seems that nowadays most readers are also writers, and while we may be a forgiving lot, inco

No Whine, Just Champagne Writing Discussion

Another week of summer has passed since my chat group No Whine, Just Champagne last met. Don't know whether to be glad the heat is going to be leaving us, or whether to be sorry that winter is creeping up. There. Now don't you feel just a trifle cooler imagining the coming snow? Lately, I've been thinking about how writing is a way of playing with our readers, making them worry about the outcome of the story, making them think one thing is going to happen and surprising them with another, making