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Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Blog Hop

The Blog Hop.
Thanks to, Amanda Buxton, for thinking I am interesting enough to be in her blog hop.

What am I working on right now?

I am making the editorial changes to my mystery/thriller Tattered Wings.
It is the story of a young boy who kills and why he feels it is necessary.
All through the story are bits of the lives affected by this boy's actions.
Do we make killers or are then born?

How does my writing process work?

Not like anyone else's from what I read.  I always get a kick out of how people say they write. They make their character list, they develop them, they get their scenes in their heads and off they go putting it all together.
This is how it works for me.
I can't sleep. An idea floats around in my head, then it starts beating against my forehead saying "Get up you lazy bum and write  this down because you won't remember it in the morning."
I drag myself out and transfer everything nagging in my brain on to a piece of paper.  I feel relieved and go back to bed. When I get up in the morning to go into my office. I am flabbergasted at what is on the paper. Here is a sample of what was in my head the other night when the idea for the Murders of Madison Hill came to me at 3:35 am.

“He's dead.”   

            “How do you know?”

            “Allen, you can't mistake dead!” Nate was poking the blue blob with a stick.

 “Come on Nate, I don’t like this. I keep thinkin’ he’s gonna move. Besides, if he’s dead we need to tell somebody.”

            “Allen, we aren't supposed to cut through the woods. Mom said next time we did, she’d  ground us.”

            “Jeez, Nate.  How can you think of that now?  If you don't go with me, I am going alone.”

            Nate didn’t move from his spot. He kept looking, prodding, and trying to turn the guy over, but he needed something bigger.

            It was an adult, and he looked horrible.  There was blood all over the leaves around him and the blue jogging suit he was wearing.  There was a definite whole in his head. The eye Nate could see  was open and foggy. Just as Nate began to turn toward Allen, he heard a rustling sound in the distance. It was rapidly getting closer. Nate pushed his little brother so hard he tripped. Reaching down he pulled the younger boy up, grabbed his hand,and ran toward the nearest clump of trees.  Pushing Allen down again, he threw himself on top, and clamping  his hand over his little brother's mouth, he whispered,  “Shut up. Don't move. Don't breathe.”

            Allen began to cry.
Hum, now I have Allen and Nate, where do I go from there? Honestly, I don't know but it will be interesting to find out. I am merely the writer and the thing inside of me that guides me lets me have all the fun.
What is the hardest part of writing?
Actually sitting down and writing. I seem to have a problem concentrating on it for very long. I like to read and walk around the farm. I visit the animals and pet the dogs. My woodshop calls my name because I like to build things. The only way it works for me it to go to the office first thing in the morning and write. I do most of my writing in my PJ's. If I get distracted early, it is a lost day.
What authors do I admire?
Mark Twain, Jeanette Walls, J.D. Robb, Joan Hess and anyone else you can spin a tale I can not figure out or that makes me laugh and holds my interest. 
Please stop by and see what Amanda is doing. She is extremely talented.  Also. go by and see how Rob Myers does is at


  1. I love your comments on how you write. I've read writing tips from several published authors, but I'm not convinced theirs work for everybody.

    Like you, some of my best inspiration comes in my sleep. I think lots of people are like that.

  2. Thanks Chuck. I like the freedom of letting my brain tell me what is interesting instead of trying to force creativity. I love your book. Hope to see it in print very soon.

  3. I loved the story you write when you made yourself get up. Are you going to develop that one? Sounds like a YA. I ordered The Adventures of Diggity Dog. Should arrive this week. Can't wait to read it. You can autograph it next time I see you.

    1. I would love to autograph it. That is something I will never get tired of doing. Glad you like my story. I don't know what it will be yet. Just going with it. My first priority now is to get Tattered Wings out of the office and into a book store near your.

  4. BTW, check out my blog hop at

    1. I am heading over to your blog hop right now. Yahoo.

  5. I do most of my writing in the mornings before I get dressed, as well. Once I leave the bedroom, one thing after another calls for my attention, and I rarely get back to writing that day.

    It sounds like you have a cool creative process going. Every book is different, and so is every writer!

  6. I bet there are a lot of us sitting around in our PJ's each morning.
    It makes me smile.

  7. Sign me up for the PJ crowd! If I didn't chauffeur my DH to work each morning, I'd probably live in my jammies. I wish my writing process was as organized as you describe. To my horror, I am a pantser.

  8. Glad to have you in the jammies group. Seems there are a lot of us.

  9. A fun post. I enjoyed the excerpt from your middle-of-the-night inspiration. It sounds like a promising YA.

    I too write in my jammies for a few hours and then switch to work-out gear. I'm not sure why I'm hanging on to all of my corporate suits!

  10. Another jammie girl. Guess we will all have to have a party.
    oh, the joys of working from home.

  11. Good morning, Susan. Sadly, not in my jammies. I've been busy putting loads of laundry on the line in between getting the business stuff out of the way. I am a multi-tasker and often that means I must get dressed in something acceptable for outside just in case someone drives by. If I didn't like the view of the timber, I'd move the clothes line to the back yard hehe.

    Thanks for sharing your middle of the night adventure. Did you read Boxcar Children as a young girl?
    Creative Blessings!

  12. No Angela, I didn't read Boxcar Children, but I will put it on my list. I love the smell of clothes hung outside.

  13. Just stopping by. You're right, just sitting down writing can be the hardest part.