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November 2, 2018
The Gift of Christmas
Judith Ashley
is the author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, romantic fiction that honors
spiritual practices that nourish the soul and celebrates the journey from
relationship to romance.
My usual writing process is a story starts appearing in
my night and day dreams. I see the characters
in various settings. I hear them talk
to each other. So when I sit down to write, the story just
is the author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, romantic fiction that honors
spiritual practices that nourish the soul and celebrates the journey from
relationship to romance.
My usual writing process is a story starts appearing in
my night and day dreams. I see the characters
in various settings. I hear them talk
to each other. So when I sit down to write, the story just
November 1, 2018
Heroines Don't Have To Be Beautiful by Dora Bramden
I recently became engaged. Ahhh! When Sam asked me it was a huge thrill. I posted Our Romantic Proposal Story on my website blog last Sunday. The fact that I'm in my mid 50's and weigh more than I ever have, when the man I love proposed, reminded me of a post I put up in 2016 about heroines not needing to be perfect in the way they look.
You see I'm the heroine of my own life, ( That's a line
You see I'm the heroine of my own life, ( That's a line
October 31, 2018
October 29, 2018
A Little Twist To Your Fairytales by Andra Ashe
I hate feeling like I'm missing out on something, especially when my friends are participating so it was a no-brainer that I'd write a story for a box set planned by my awesome writing group - Twisted Fairytales with a paranormal twist.. Novella length was doable and we were so organised that we had almost a year to put it all together.
Sure, I had a couple of stories already on the go but
Sure, I had a couple of stories already on the go but
October 27, 2018
Out of This World with Jessa Slade
Out of this world and out of my mind…to yours!
by Jessa Slade writing
science fiction romance as Elsa Jade
Imagination is weird. You
can’t see it or touch it. It doesn’t have any weight or texture. It comes
seemingly out of nowhere and yet is informed by literally everything around. It
has no inherent value and yet as a writer I use it to pay my rent!
And here’s the really weird
part:
by Jessa Slade writing
science fiction romance as Elsa Jade
Imagination is weird. You
can’t see it or touch it. It doesn’t have any weight or texture. It comes
seemingly out of nowhere and yet is informed by literally everything around. It
has no inherent value and yet as a writer I use it to pay my rent!
And here’s the really weird
part:
October 26, 2018
Rediscovering the Joy of Photography
By Linda Lovely
This month’s theme centers on arts lost and found. In my
case, the art is photography. When I was fresh out of college, I worked for
Eastman Kodak Company. At the time, Kodak was an international giant. Among its
employee benefits were lots of photography courses. I loved them. There was
something truly magical about working in a darkroom and watching chemicals alter
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This month’s theme centers on arts lost and found. In my
case, the art is photography. When I was fresh out of college, I worked for
Eastman Kodak Company. At the time, Kodak was an international giant. Among its
employee benefits were lots of photography courses. I loved them. There was
something truly magical about working in a darkroom and watching chemicals alter
a blank
October 25, 2018
Reading Outside The Square
By Cassandra O'Leary
A couple of months ago I found myself in a reading rut. I had plenty of ebooks to read on my Kindle app, paperbacks I bought ages ago taking up space on my to be read pile, but nothing appealed to me. This was not cool. I'm a big reader...normally I love it for relaxation and enjoyment. But nothing was tickling my proverbial fancy.
As a contemporary romance and romantic
A couple of months ago I found myself in a reading rut. I had plenty of ebooks to read on my Kindle app, paperbacks I bought ages ago taking up space on my to be read pile, but nothing appealed to me. This was not cool. I'm a big reader...normally I love it for relaxation and enjoyment. But nothing was tickling my proverbial fancy.
As a contemporary romance and romantic
October 24, 2018
Visiting The Lost and Found for Storytellers
by M. L. Buchman
Last month I talked about needing to find the "New." New voices. New storytelling.
https://romancingthegenres.blogspot.c...
This month, I'm back on the same topic, but different.
I think that I nearly lost something in the art of writing. There's a mindset among so many indie writers at the moment that you must produce to thrive (to even survive).
Last month I talked about needing to find the "New." New voices. New storytelling.
https://romancingthegenres.blogspot.c...
This month, I'm back on the same topic, but different.
I think that I nearly lost something in the art of writing. There's a mindset among so many indie writers at the moment that you must produce to thrive (to even survive).
October 23, 2018
Fiber Arts, Lost and Found by Sarah Raplee
This style, but with a smocked top andcrocheted lace trim on edges of sleevesand hem - as well as matching slip.
Hello, I'm Sarah Raplee, author of Paranormal Romance that crosses genres into Suspense, Fantasy and Steampunk.
I've loved working with fabrics, threads and yarns since I was five years old. In kindergarten, we were each given a big square of burlap and a huge assortment of yarn
Hello, I'm Sarah Raplee, author of Paranormal Romance that crosses genres into Suspense, Fantasy and Steampunk.
I've loved working with fabrics, threads and yarns since I was five years old. In kindergarten, we were each given a big square of burlap and a huge assortment of yarn
October 22, 2018
Art and Imagination
by Courtney Pierce
As far back as I can remember, maybe age four or five, a
small oil painting hung in my grandparents’ living room. It portrayed a young boy dancing in the woods. The ornate gilt frame measured twice the size of the canvas. The
boy wore rolled-up linen britches and a frilly linen shirt. His waist coat appeared to be soft. Tousled brown locks topped his exuberant feminine
As far back as I can remember, maybe age four or five, a
small oil painting hung in my grandparents’ living room. It portrayed a young boy dancing in the woods. The ornate gilt frame measured twice the size of the canvas. The
boy wore rolled-up linen britches and a frilly linen shirt. His waist coat appeared to be soft. Tousled brown locks topped his exuberant feminine
