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2017 TBR Pile
It’s a new year and while I’ve been flittering between Melbourne and Adelaide I decided to sit down and write up a list of book that I want to read this year. One of my goals for the year is to read more. A few years back I had a goal to read 50 books before July hit and I hit it. Since then I’ve struggled to get more than 30 in a year, or even up to that. A lot of that has been because I was studying or I had an RPG I was roleplaying on. Excuses, responsibilities, yadda yadda yadda. So here’s my list, hopefully, there are…
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First Drafts Frustrations
I have a love hate relationship with writing first drafts of anything. I have written about it before over here and it’s a topic that I will never get tired of talking about because every first draft is so different from the last. I’ve had first drafts where I struggled to connect with the female character and found the male character easier to write, which for me, is completely left of field and hard to comprehend. I got past that and rounded out that character. I even came back to it and fell in love more, but there are some stories that drive me up the wall. During April I tackled…
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Fiction vs Nonfiction
So I learned something really powerful. Nonfiction absolutely hates me. I mean I like the idea of it and but it just doesn’t like me. And I only say that because I know that I’ve always been better at fiction because I like to make up stories, don’t ask me to lie for you though, I can do it but it will slowly eat me alive. Fiction makes so much sense to me, I had the same trouble with writing essays and even oral presentation because I’m afraid of getting my message across and it was purely because of that that I hated public speaking, it was later remedied with…
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Sharing Sunday – Stolen
Today’s Sharing Sunday piece is by Mikki, a darling friend of mine who is stronger than she looks and so intellectually beautiful it’s breath taking. Her piece, like most of what she pumps out, is gorgeous and flawless. I know she’ll think otherwise, as all of us writer’s do, but it’s the truth. I hope you enjoy it! Stolen Siobhan strides from the supermarket toward her car, her dark face clenched with embarrassment. She doesn’t notice the keys until they crunch under her shoe. “Jasmine?” she whispers, staring at the keys and a pink and white leather shoe lying discarded nearer to the car. Her daughter, whom she…