Liz Flaherty's Blog, page 177

Welcome Author Caridad Pineiro

Hi WordWrangler Readers! Please help us welcome Caridad Pineiro to the blog today; Caridad is sharing an excerpt from her latest romantic suspense, To Catch A Princess! Take it away, Caridad!

Thank you Word Wranglers for letting me visit with you!  I had thought about sharing pictures of my desk with you, but unfortunately I could not find it under the pile of clutter that’s on it!  LOL!

People might wonder how that’s possible.  Don’t writers work at their desks?

Well, I guess man...

Stream of...Video

I'm sitting here in the wee hours because I can't sleep. And yet I also can't think of a single, coherent topic to talk about. And I'm doing what I always do when sleep is a distant dream and conscious thought a figment of my imagination.

I'm watching Big Bang Theory clips on YouTube. I love the show, although I admit that it took a while to warm up to it. What I love are the quirky characters, the nerdiness (because I *am* a big nerd, y'all) and the deep affection all the characters have for...

A Farm, a Story

If you look very closely at this picture, you can see a couple of buildings on the flat green meadow. It's a 100-year-old dairy.

Since I've been a child, I've been fascinated with this place. I love it. Although impossible to see in this picture, the house is a plank wood building and the barn is one of those old two-story building with a huge loft.

I've never been any closer to this farm than this, across the valley. Once, when I was a young kid, my dad guided some dudes (trail riders) along...

Welcome guest Valley Brown

Millions of words have flashed before my eyes in novels, poems, essays, articles – and how many brief epiphanies they aroused in me over the course of a lifetime, I cannot begin to calculate. Yet none have impacted me so much as the paltry few thousand words I wrote for my grandmother during her last years.
     Mema, an obstinate, frail woman of no outstanding intellect or ambition, was my mother’s mother. As a child, I spent nearly as much time with her as with my mother. Mema...

The Writing Cave

This is my desk. I've had it for ten years. Many times, I've considered a replacement, but I've gotten used to it. It's what I'm comfortable with. And it's big enough for all my stuff! I love working with a double monitor. I use my laptop for writing, and the other monitor is for research, crits that I want to incorporate into the story, watching my emails, and keeping an eye on my facebook page. I'm able to multi-task without having to click back and forth. And I always keep my emo...

To Wish, To Dream--My Inspiration Corner

 I am not going to share my desk with you as I really don't use one. I have one, but basically it is the place where my husband stacks my piles of crap that I tend to collect on the kitchen table.

If I were to show you where I write, I'd have to take a picture of the B&N Cafe or a Panera table. 

 
My first drafts are almost always written on a graph pad by hand in different colors of ink. To the left you'll see a sampling of my pen supply--it's about an inch or so deep and it'...

My Space


This week on the Wranglers we're talking about what's on our desk. Mine? Bleh. A pile of papers, little keepsakes, etc. I thought it might be more interesting to show what's outside my window when I look up from working. Right outside my window are my flowerbeds. This summer, I grew sunflowers, and they are tall! I have yellows, reds and combinations of both.
To the right is my perennial garden. I have three angels in the flowers. This year, I added annual snapdragons. I love their...

On my desk

The other Wranglers said we'd done this before, but since I can't remember it, I thought I'd write about what's on my desk.

First is my desk itself. It belonged to a college professor in Vermont who didn't want to move it to where he was retiring to. He and my son worked together and he offered it to my son, who offered it to me, and then brought it from Vermont to Indiana. It's big and oak and fits right in front of my window and I love it. I haven't had it all that long, which explains...

Much Ado About Nothing

I took the day off from the day job today. Toothache that lead to a headache. There's a  Star Trek marathon on, and I've been vegging for at least the last three episodes. The house is empty. Toothache aside, I'm enjoying myself.

I love my do nothing days. Time to decompress. Let my brain reboot. No one to answer to, to pressing business, no drama. I don't have to be bothered if I don't feel like it. It's freeing. Could I get used to it? No. As a matter of fact, my do nothing days wouldn'...

Share Your Beginning

A new book is like a new day - filled with possibility.

I love the beginnings of books - my own and other writer's. I like them to be eerie or funny, sweet or sad. I guess you could say I like all of them. Because the beginning of a new book has such promise. There are 300 pages just waiting for us to read and enjoy or, when it's our own beginning, 300 pages to cry over. Start and stop and start again.

While the starting and the stopping sometimes makes me crazy, I can't stop doing it.

I started...