Sep 4, 2017 |
by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68
Labor Day is the unofficial ending of summer in the United States. Officially, it was founded in recognition of the American labor movement and the contributions that workers have made to the strength, prosperity, laws and well-being of the country.
For me it ushers in the beginning of the holidays. This weekend is devoted to planning and prepping.
So on that note, I’m taking the day off to celebrate with friends and family.
Happy Labor Day, y’all!
TWEET THIS: Frankly, My Dear . . . : Happy Labor Day! @RealMojo68
And Frankly, My Dear . … read the rest. . .
Jan 1, 2017 |
#AmWriting: Using a Calendar to Storyboard Your Novel
by Molly Jo Realy @MollyJoRealy
As a discovery writer, I sometimes feel as though I’m just a passenger on this train. I’m the transcriber of events observed. Or a screenwriter giving words to the movie playing in my head. Often, my characters will rebel, refuse, and rearrange the scenes I’m trying to create.
I don’t know about your writing, but getting deeper into the story has caused some drama, and I don’t just mean on the pages. NOLA has been started, restarted, edited, revamped, revised and solidified. And through the past three … read the rest. . .
Nov 24, 2016 |
Hey. How’s it going? Mind if I take a sip of chicory? Thanks. Mm. Good stuff.
So. You’re prob’ly wondering why I haven’t posted much lately. Or you don’t care. In either event, I have a plan to change both. I have a plan, and I have a planner.
It’s no secret I can get a little, well, shall we say, frazzled? [Note to Self: Stop saying fun words five times fast. Just get on with it.]
The more I put on my plate, the more plates I need, and the more I put on them . . … read the rest. . .
Jun 28, 2012 |
I cry. You know this. I’ve talked about my crying in my writings. I’ve cried while writing. I’ve cried while reading. I’ve cried while watching TV. I’ve cried when listening to music.
I cry when I’m sad, stressed, angry, confused, and happy.
I cry when I see other people cry. I cry when I see other people who should cry but can’t.
Now there’s a time and a place for everything. I don’t cry every day. There are times when I need to suck it up. And there are times I have to let go. I can hold it together … read the rest. . .
