A talented man died on Monday. He was the person everyone wanted to be best friends with. He made a lot of people laugh and breathed life into a whole melange of characters.
He took his own life.
A lot of people struggle to understand it. “He was so successful,” they say. “He had a family. He had children!” They have trouble understanding how someone who seemed to have it all could end it all.
Every now and then, we writers like to take a minute to tell you what it’s like to do what we do. ‘Cause it ain’t no small thing, lemme tell ya. I was tagged by the fabulous Laurie Tomlinson to participate in a series of questions about life as a writer.
1. What are you currently working on?
I’m anxiously awaiting feedback from my fabulous critique partners on a completed (and revised and revised again) mystery. In the meantime, the next one, book two in a three-book series, is begging to be written. It will continue the journey of the main character introduced in book one. (more…)
I want to tell you a story I first learned as a kid, one of the most important stories I’ve ever learned. It’s a true story about a woman named Elizabeth.
Elizabeth was one of 9 children, the third-born of the family. (How good does your family look right now, huh?) After spending the first part of her childhood in England, her family moved to the United States. Not long later, they ran into major financial problems. Eventually Elizabeth started teaching in order to make money but she struggled to find her place. Teaching wasn’t exactly her dream. (more…)