The big questions I need to answer before I can start writing book three of the Cleveland witches saga…

What it physically looks like when I write a novel. I recorded myself at some point every day when working on my ‘dozen day draft’. Here is the result. Ta DA.

So this series of reviews won’t be looking at books from a reader’s perspective, but from a writer’s perspective. Trying to parse out what makes the books work, what didn’t work as well (for me, obviously), and how the prose hits me. Trying to take apart the structure and figure out what makes everything ‘tick’, so to speak.

For the first three months of any new writing project my characters just have completely random conversations in my head. A few such conversations for your reading pleasure…

Weird Wednesday Love Poem based on the prompt ‘geometry’.

Weird Wednesday Love Poem No. 8 based on the prompt ‘I don’t want to know’.

We broke up thirty-three days, eight hours, and twenty-six minutes ago. I have vomited nineteen times since then.

My mother would have been sixty-nine years old today. If she hadn’t died twenty-odd years ago. This day every year, and the anniversary of her death, always makes me a little melancholy and a lot thoughtful, no matter how many years have passed. So here are a few completely unfiltered thoughts I had today…

They say, or, rather, one guy said,

once,

‘Hell is oneself.’

But I don’t think that’s precisely it.

I think hell is a very distinct lack of you, Love.

Weird Wednesday Love Poem No. 5 based on the prompt - ‘a really bad cup of coffee’.

Weird Wednesday Love Poem No. 4 for the prompt ‘someone singing off key’.