Two-thirds of the way through my novel yesterday, I needed to introduce a minor character who was getting a massage from my heroine (a massage therapist). Because massage is an intimate experience, many therapists ask for the client’s name. So I needed a name real quick. Did I mention my client weighed over 300 pounds? Does that make a difference…
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The Name’s the Sweet Thing–Sometimes
Two-thirds of the way through my novel yesterday, I needed to introduce a minor character who was getting a massage from my heroine (a massage therapist). Because massage is an intimate experience, many therapists ask for the client’s name. So I needed a name real quick. Did I mention my client weighed over 300 pounds? Does that make a difference…
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Detailing the Place Without Scent
As mentioned in my last post, I’m just back from three exquisite days in Coronado, California, the setting for my next novel, Bridging Two Hearts. I went with a purpose: to pick up local color, talk to natives and make note of details–particularly scents and sounds. While some like to say the devil is in the details, the facts that…
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Maps and Fiction
I’ve been working on a novel the last month that takes place on Coronado “Island”, a long narrow sand spit just west of San Diego proper. It’s connected to the “main land” via the infamous Coronado Bridge (third highest suicide bridge in the US) or an isthmus at Imperial Beach to the south. I’ve been there once, visiting a friend…
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Traveler's Tales: Transylvania and the Nightmare of Reading Dracula
“How about a trip to Transylvania?” I asked my daughter-in-law. The invitation from the groom’s mother may have been intended as a casual bit of FYI: my godson was getting. Did I want to attend the wedding? How often do you get to spend time with old friends you haven’t seen in ages? How often do friends invite you to…
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Traveler’s Tales: Transylvania and the Nightmare of Reading Dracula
“How about a trip to Transylvania?” I asked my daughter-in-law. The invitation from the groom’s mother may have been intended as a casual bit of FYI: my godson was getting. Did I want to attend the wedding? How often do you get to spend time with old friends you haven’t seen in ages? How often do friends invite you to…
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