In preparing for my first NaNoWriMo, I’ve been trying to write some back stories for my character and world. I’m also trying to get into the habit of writing close to the daily word count I’ll have to reach during November if I want to hit 50,000 words before the end of the month (that’s… Continue reading Why It’s Important To Know How Fast You Write (aka More Nano Prep)
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NaNoWriMo – I’m In!
I’m logging my progress as I gear up for my first NaNoWriMo. Don’t expect these entries to be coherent or interesting if you’re not me! Sorry. It has been nine years since my friend Debbie first mentioned National Novel Writer’s Month, a crazy, write-a-50,000-word-novel-in-November venture, in her blog. Every year I have been tempted to… Continue reading NaNoWriMo – I’m In!
How I Wrote A Story A Day And You Can Too
When I said I was going to write a Story A Day in May, plenty of people looked at me with *that look* in their eyes, or said thinks like, ‘Well, good luck…”.1 “Why?” was the most common question. Good question. If we’re not writing for money, then why do we write? “How ?” was… Continue reading How I Wrote A Story A Day And You Can Too
How To Become A Best-Selling Novelist on Kindle
While the big publishing houses seem to be missing the point with Kindle, authors are not.
A whole host of authors – from traditionally published to newbies – are self-publishing their books on Kindle, climbing the best-seller charts and writing about how they’re doing it.
Angel Eyes
I’m on a mission. I’m on a mission to save the soul of my friend Jill Brown. I’m just not sure how to do that. With her average height and average build and, yes I’ll say it, average face, you might overlook my friend Jill but for three things: She’s 22 years old. You have… Continue reading Angel Eyes
Learning To Fly
The girls at this school were full of new games that left Sonia clumsy and frustrated: skipping rhymes, hand-clapping, elastics, kick the can, hares and hounds.
“What’s kites,” she shouted into the wind, dreading the answer.
Paula grinned.
“It’s magic!” The words raced past Sonia on a gust of salty air and were gone.
The Piano Man
They found him, dinner suit dripping, by the river.
He was not able to tell them his name — or perhaps it was there, amongst the screams and panic.
Back at the station they brought in linguists and translators who narrowed it down to some Russian dialect…
Broken Toys – A Story
[audio:http://www.julieduffy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/BrokenToys.mp3|titles=Broken Toys – A Story by Julie Duffy] This is today’s StoryADay story. I enjoyed it so much I recorded it too. You can play it above, or right-click here to save the mp3 file. See John. See John laugh. See John laugh and smile. See John laugh and smile and touch his wife Jane… Continue reading Broken Toys – A Story
Broken Toys
See John.
See John laugh.
See John laugh and smile.
See John laugh and smile and touch his wife Jane on the elbow…
Mrs Wyndham’s Meadow
There she is: Mrs Wyndham. Bent over her roses, pruning shears in one hand,s pray bottle in the other. Somewhere under the voluminous straw hat is her little quizzical smile, her eyes lined from squinting against the harsh sun. As far as anyone can tell, Mrs Wyndham lives for her flower garden. I probably know her better than most, and I would have to agree….