This thing called doubt... Having done NaNoWriMo for several years now, I sat down at my desk an hour ago to face day one and suddenly found myself filled with inexplicable doubts and fears, wondering what the hell it is I think I'm doing. Do I have what it takes? Is my writing voice unique … Continue reading NaNoWriMo – Day One
What a glorious weekend! I popped my writing cherry on so many fronts. My first time attending a conference - writing or otherwise. My first time pitching a book. My first time meeting a literary powerhouse such as the incredible Mary Jo Putney. What an absolutely delightful woman she is. So humble, entertaining … Continue reading ROSACon2016
Oh muse of mine, so divine. How you do amuse me. You flirt and tease 'til I say please My words locked away inside you. I love you, I hate you. I wish I could date you. But roses and wine are not as divine as writing together one perfect line - Sharonlee Holder
Picture Credit: Alice In Wonderland (Disney movies 2010) Two months and four days since I last updated here. There is a part of me that feels a little guilty for not having posted as regularly as I possibly should have. But, I have been having the most incredible amount of fun immersed in the world … Continue reading
Returning to work on the additions to Genesis that my muse (Ernie) has demanded, feels so completely right. Had I flicked my fingers at him and ignored his urgings, I would have missed out on the joy I've derived from the scenes of yesterday and today. While I love exploring the darker, grittier complexities of … Continue reading Bitter, bittersweet, sweet.
I've been battling for a few days now to sink my teeth into Rebellion. It's there, I can feel it, even see it in my mind and it taunts me like silver moonbeams on water. Every time I tried to reach out to touch it, it scattered . Finally, I listened to Ernie (Yes, I've … Continue reading Taking a breath
For about a week now, I’ve been stalled in continuing to write Piercing The Divide: Heritage. While I knew what needed to be written next, the inspiration to do so just wasn’t there and I was unable to hit my stride. What was the problem? Why was I stuck? And whose insistent knock was that … Continue reading Character Homicide