Down In The Dirt Writing

I don’t remember much about the heat, or the storms we used to have when I was growing up.  Well, there was one incident when my brother and I were picking blackberries from a patch close to our house, and an unexpected clap of thunder


One definition of intuition says this, “a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.” I’ve been a runner for a long time. Thirty years actually, which means lots of time pounding the pavement in different places depending on


When you were growing up, was there someone who, for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint, made you uncomfortable, said things you didn’t agree with, or possibly even acted different depending on who was around? I knew a few people like that, and to this day, I


Hello all! Welcome back to First Sentence Fridays!  I’m excited I’m doing this again for the third book, THE FORGIVING KIND. In case you missed it, last week I explained if it seems like we’re getting started early, that’s because: The book has more chapters,


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Events!

I’ve certainly had my share of fun going to my book events, but you know the old saying, a picture is worth a thousand words.  Since I’ve written about that many on my new book today, I thought I’d share some event photos instead of


This is it, the final sentence of THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET!  I’ve truly enjoyed doing this again for the second year in a row.  I appreciate all of you reading along, and hope I’ve given you enough of the story such that you want to


Next week is the last First Sentence Friday for THE ROAD TO BITTERSWEET! Wallis Ann is strong and sturdy, a true survivalist in every sense of the word.  I believe she would have given anyone on Survivor, or Naked and Afraid a run for their


As I’m writing stories of hardship and deprivation like this one, the desire to keep everything as realistic as possible is what weighs on my mind.  I don’t want to overdo it, yet I certainly love to push characters to the limit.  The Stampers, and


This week is one of the challenges in doing First Sentence Friday.  When I came to Chapter Twenty Five and saw this week’s sentence, it looked (IMO) like it just sort of flopped itself out there.  I thought about maybe cheating a little, and sharing


I talked about first love in an earlier First Sentence Friday post.  This particular part of the story isn’t a sweet rendering of that one and only special first for Wallis Ann.  It’s more like a reckoning, a big realization perhaps all is not as


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