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Sep 192012

Let me introduce you to Sarah Bella [shelikesitverbal.com]. Sarah and I write together most Tuesdays – that is we sit at the same table in our favorite sandwich shop and make words happen. Recently we decided to ask each other “Where do those character come from?” Here is her answer.


So, umm, where do your characters come from?

Isn’t that the question that every author gets asked?

And the answer is simple. I dunno.

I know, we’re eloquent.

The truth is that my characters just ‘come to me’.

Sep 162012

From a short short that is out looking for a home. Enjoy and wish it luck.


He got up and arranged himself at the top of the stairs to glare at Karen when she came in. She was perpetually early except to parties when she was precisely fifty three minutes late. She claimed that it ensured her entrance would have the greatest effect. He didn’t appreciate it now, effect or not. This was not a party to be crashed, this was his home. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know why she was here.


Sep 142012

Last time, I wrote about the problem of Time Management as it applies to writers. Now it’s time to take on the concept from our characters perspective. This is going to be a little bit of mental gymnastics, so I hope you’ll stay with me.

Sep 092012

From a Short Story- Bounty Hunter – that is looking for a home:

Without warning his head filled with some of the most hateful thoughts he’d ever had. He knew, like you knew things in a dream, that these thoughts came from Mother. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of love mixed among the hatred and resentment. He’d heard horror stories from the kids he’d been sent to find about how awful it was living at home. It was the kind of things kids blew all out of proportion. Even he couldn’t believe Mrs. Thredau wanted anything more than a perfect copy of herself to show off at charity events.

Aug 262012

From a short story soon to be seeking a published home:

The sight of her and the new tray of cookies caught their attention. They stopped trying to break through the windows to turn their yellow eyes on her. They almost had a light of their own glowing out from under those dirty eyelids. She could see the menace and confusion in them as she walked toward them with the tray full of magic. Their hunger flowed off them like fog over a bog. Never before had their dinner come to them.

Please check out other great snippets at Six Sentence Sunday

Aug 132012

We all do it. Most of us without thinking about it. We change the way that we speak based on who we are talking to. There are the obvious times – when talking to babies. Then there are the less obvious situations. You probably don’t realize that you use different vocabulary when talking to your boss than to your co-workers. And I know you don’t notice the subtle changes in grammar either. But they’re there.

Aug 122012

From “Cookies For All Occasions,”  a short story:


 When she was tall enough to reach the top shelf of the cupboard without climbing on the counter, Gran taught her the real secret to baking.

“Think of the things that make you feel the way you want people to feel.”

Simple enough. The hard part was keeping those feelings alive while worrying about the right balance of flour and egg. Kim practiced as often as she could afford the ingredients. Her friends at school complained that she was trying to make them fat with all the cookies she brought to share, but they never turned them down.

Aug 052012

“We’re going back to our lives,” he went on. “It will be like this never happened. You’ll be with your family and I…”

“Michael,” her whisper was so close he could feel her breath. Her lips brushed his cheek. “I love you.”

Jul 292012

“Sorry, I forget we can’t hear the foot steps out here.” He sat down next to her. “I can still smell you though.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“It’s the best smell in all the world.”

“Don’t think that flattery will win you any prizes.”