I feel that given a reader devotes their valuable time to and money on your tale that they do have a right to their opinion (even a bitter one) and you as the author must NEVER forget that...
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The Inevitability Of Change
So it is a new era now in some ways. Change is inevitable in life.
A Travel-“Isolated” New Year’s
We arrived back here in England today...
“When you write a good book, I’ll publish it”
Home alone last evening, I made myself a spaghetti and meatballs dinner. I also sought something "different" to watch on a streaming service. In a "classic" movies mood, on Amazon Prime I stumbled on The Wedding Night. It is a 1935 romantic drama starring Gary Cooper and Anna Sten...
Ramble #1
I am introducing here a new type of post: "a ramble." Although, then again, I suspect you would probably note, "Uh, how is this different, given you ramble all the time?"
Not From A “Wish List”
I don't write a woman any differently, really, than I do a man. I write women characters based on my own relationships, conversations, and related life observations and experiences...
“Solitude”: The Worst Thing
Experiences and interactions are needed to underscore good original fiction, which means an author cannot just sit for decades in front of a PC… alone.
I Am Me And I Am Me Only
She had (I suspect) used "TinEye" on the photo. Immediately that search led her here to my site and she quickly figured out that dude was not who he was saying he was.
Attack Of Maturity
Life is invariably about irresistable change. It is one thing to write people over the course of, say, only three years - essentially, a "snapshot" - in their 20s. It is decidedly something else to write and follow people over decades.
A Psychiatrist’s Project (Or Just Another Author)
On that note also, I am shocked. This was almost a serious and professional interview...
“What the book is about”
When I pick up a book I want to be able to have a quick way to find out what it is about.
Story Leaves Out Austen
Marshall really liked Jane Austen's books...
London, Fifteen Years Ago
I have written, again, yet something else I believe I "know about." I say I "know about" it because essentially it happened to me here in London about fifteen years ago.
That Most “Unsocial” Of Socials
Fed up. Done. Gone.
“Old Fashioned” Blogs
I suspect many to most of you do NOT visit my Instagram. And I gather also that most of my Instagram followers rarely come by here to... a ye olden days olde blog. So pulling you all together is a struggle.