Where did we leave off? Don’t let the Brandy snifter in the last post about Blueprinting Your Bestseller fool you. I’ve been busy… well, busy not writing. But preparing to write… . During the holidays I tend to let myself … Continue reading
This week I am throes of the writing process… .Writing and marketing coach friend Windy Lynne Harris of the Backstory Cafe at http://thebackstorycafe.wordpress.com set me on fire with Stuart Horwitz’s Blueprint Your Bestseller manuscript structure process. I’ve been working on average … Continue reading
Dear Unpackedwriter Readers who enjoy writing: Writing and Marketing Coach Windy Lynne Harris over at The Backstory Cafe has sent me on a scene quest using The Blueprint Your Bestseller book she mentions in her post here. More on this soon… I’m up to my arm pits highlighting and taking scissors to my manuscript! I’ll see you when I emerge from my writing cave… . Thank you Windy!
Sometimes I come home to find something foreign in my home. Usually that means my father is in town. The grandfather clock he dragged from my neighbor’s garage sale on a dolly is–less a found object than–a “how’d-you-get-that-around-the-neighborhood-and-into my-house object?” … Continue reading
I have a holiday secret. A how-could-you-forget kind of bad mommy secret. This might be the first year my German friends didn’t accidentally alert me that I missed St. Nikolaus Day. “Oh, you wouldn’t believe I found the freshest marzipan or … Continue reading
Grandmother’s Kitchen Sometimes I’m paralyzed by the idea that I can recall so few specifics about my grandmother. She was a cook undaunted by crowds lining up outside our church—serving three hundred or more in a night with her massive … Continue reading
Walking into the backyard this weekend, I was intrigued to see my thirteen-year-old kneeling under the grapefruit tree, digging. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m planting a time capsule,” she said. I smiled at the word “planting.” It seemed … Continue reading
Then: Traveling East on Upper Mountain Road: Hope United Methodist Church. The stones used to build this church–known for many years as Pekin United Methodist Church–were cut from the Niagara escarpment, which runs through my family farm. Knowing this only … Continue reading
What is it about air travel that strips you of something of yourself? That allows you to open up with a passing stranger that otherwise wouldn’t happen? What is it? On a recent flight, I sat next to another woman … Continue reading
My eyes locked on the hot white streak in the sky in front of me. Saturday morning. Up before the birds, I was walking to the south. I couldn’t believe it: the streak grew into a fireball rimmed with brilliant … Continue reading
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