I originally wrote this post for my blog but then realized that I needed a post for 49 Writers so submitted it there instead. Before I repost that, though, here’s the inside scoop. Last week, I hired a beta reader. I did this, as I do most things, rather impulsively. I was browsing through Twitter,… Read More Why I hired a beta reader
A few days ago I went to the library, sat in the Alaska section with the first 100 pages of my novel rewrite, and got to work. It was a rainy and cloudy day, and I sat by a window that overlooks a park (the grass all smeary with duck poop), and as I sipped… Read More Third person or first person? Damned if I know.
I’ve discovered something that I’m really, really good at: Avoiding my writing. I can find almost anything to do other than write. Laundry! Dishes! Grocery shopping! Cleaning out the cat’s litter box! Lately I’ve been cooking. Granted, I’m not a very precise cook. It’s impossible for me to follow a recipe, my adolescent self kicks… Read More Wasting time instead of writing
Today my sister and I hit the shopping centers to look for jeans. My sister is visiting from Philly. She wears smart clothes and expensive shoes and isn’t afraid of price tags or designer brands. She marched me through various departments, fingering material and commenting on cut and style, and within minutes my arms were piled high… Read More Skinny jeans, and skinny words
Cinthia Ritchie 