It's been so long that Rosemary-the-Author has, you know, interacted with human beings, I forget that there's a protocol. A protocol that includes actually letting people know you're going to be somewhere. I've got some nifty events coming up for writers and readers.
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New Year's Resolutions are crap. We can all just acknowledge that, right? "Goals" and "plans" are much more concrete and useful. I know this because of all the How to Be Productive articles I read when I should be being productive. It wasn't even a waste of time...
NaNoWriMo Freebies
Whether you're a writing tortoise or a writing hare, here's some advice from people smarter (or at least more famous) than me.
Annotated Guide to Helping After Hurricane Harvey
So many people and organizations are helping with Hurricane Harvey rescue and recovery. How do you tell which ones to support? (Answer: read this post.) Why should you care? (Answer: you are not a monster. Or at least, not a heartless one.)
When is a guy on a horse not just a guy on a horse?
There are a lot of things I don't know about. One of them is what it's like to be black in the South. I can empathize as a human being, and I can generalize from my experiences as a woman, but when a cop pulls me over, my biggest fear is that my insurance rates… Continue reading When is a guy on a horse not just a guy on a horse?
Movie Monday: Apocalypse Kong
Kong: Skull Island. So much monsters fighting. In a monster movie! Go figure. High quality fight scenes, too. I absolutely mean this as a good thing. I thoroughly enjoyed this movie.
My Summer in Pictures.
"If I owned Hell and Texas, I'd rent out Texas and live in Hell." —Highway to Hell, by...me.
What I’m digging now: Black-eyed Susans by Julia Heaberlin
I've been wanting a satisfying twisty-thriller for ages. Turns out this one is close to home, set in my home town and written by a fellow north Texan.
Penny Dreadful and the Daily Dog Follies
I'm not saying my dog is smarter than me. Because that would be embarrassing.
Writer up!
Talking about our book is a brain-paralyzing prospect for a lot of writers. We know our book better than anyone, love it (most of the time), and yet we totally freak out when it comes time to tell someone about it. Why? Because we think too much.