I'm on a new project, a return to dark horror, and by dark I mean really dark. It's actually been giving me nightmares when I go to bed after writing. But I hit a roadblock a few nights ago, after a big scene, because I wasn't sure what my character would do. I knew what... Continue Reading →
When we writers start out, we really just want to hear how good we are. If we don't hear it enough, sometimes we quit. If we don't quit, then our mindset starts to shift. At some point, you're going to love hearing that people love your story, but what you are going to be looking... Continue Reading →
There's a woman I know. She's living the dream. She just landed the job of a lifetime and she is thriving. It blends perfectly with her life as a mom, allowing her to move up in her household income and she is pretty much walking on air. I can see her posts and seethe. Why... Continue Reading →
I am burning the midnight oil on a dark paranormal horror piece I have rediscovered my inspiration for, but I'm finding every blog article I write I am losing my flow half way through. So I'm going to take it easy this week, but I did want to leave you with a few articles and... Continue Reading →
It's Friday the 13th! Hide under your beds! Lock your black cat in the basement and stay away from mirrors! Don't step on any cracks, walk under any ladders, or say Bloody Mary three times in the mirror because... because why? Thirteen is unlucky! Why? Umm... Well, I've heard it's unlucky because Judas was he... Continue Reading →
I have no problem weaving my opinions and past experience into my writing here. I'm sure you've noticed, but when the subject is me, as in writing a bio or discussing myself as a writer (or as a Lindsey) with someone in person, I kinda clam up. Going through out my day, I have many... Continue Reading →
Writers are explorers. Explorers of the mind, explorers of the world, the universe, the alternate universes. Chasers of What ifs and How could this be. And it is really pretty excellent. But sometimes we get so lost in our explorations on paper, that we forget we are there to tell a story. Have you ever... Continue Reading →
Today is the Anniversary of David Bowie’s death. Through out this past year, he has continued to inspire me. Still miss you Mr. Bowie.
Today I awoke to the news. I usually am not too affected by celebrity deaths but the loss of David Bowie affected me profoundly. As a child, he introduced me to the concept of sex appeal as Jareth the Goblin King, as a teenager he provided me with a safe retreat for my own weird thoughts. In college he charged me with rock and roll and later inspired my own music and writing.
He has been a dear friend to me without ever knowing me. A man so cool we could believe he was an alien, a goblin king, a tragic hero, a vampire, strange aristocracy.
He changed his image frequently and perfectly, settling at last as the rock and roll and fashion icon he’d been all along. All of his incarnations had their own story, a hero or a villain or something in between of books we never read…
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When I wasn't writing, I was still working. And I still had some great days as a writer. Part of it was not freaking out about my lack of inspired fiction writing like I have in the past. I seem to always sort of hit a lull in October/November (Damn your timing NaNoWriMo!) and it... Continue Reading →