Take Me Out…
Smitty and I went to a ballgame – Brooklyn Cyclones vs the Staten Island Yankees, at the Cyclones home field on Coney Island. It was a great date. Smitty said she thought the seats were kind of high up and … Continue reading →
Smitty and I went to a ballgame – Brooklyn Cyclones vs the Staten Island Yankees, at the Cyclones home field on Coney Island. It was a great date. Smitty said she thought the seats were kind of high up and … Continue reading →
Smitty told me the other night: the world is 3% sociopaths who run roughshod over the rest of us – everyone else just wants to be heard. This might not be an exact quote. Anyway, the thought speaks to me in … Continue reading →
You have to feel a story. It has to come from some impulse way down deep inside. One popular strain of advice for independent writers these days is: write a lot of books really fast. Then when a reader discovers … Continue reading →
Weird guy, Moses. Reminds me of Lincoln. Brooders, both of ‘em. No, not brothers, brooders. Sat around brooding all night. Don’t let them get near the mead or you’ll pay for it. Moses would sit around the campfire some nights … Continue reading →
Writing a novel isn’t an act of commitment–it’s ten thousand acts of commitment. A vision pops into your head and you know there’s more and it’s miraculous and brilliant, you can feel it right there, just beyond your fingertips. You … Continue reading →
The great thing about the Internet is all the information it makes readily available. The bad thing is…well, the same thing. This blog went live on April 1, 2011. My most sincere thanks to all of you who have come … Continue reading →
4.0 out of 5 stars Keep Track of the Characters, February 17, 2012 By Sarah Smith “Rhubarb” (Los Angeles) Keep track of the characters for this one, because each one is critical to the story; each one is different (and interesting). For instance, you … Continue reading →
It snowed yesterday. Manhattan was a Stieglitz photo, drifting flakes muting the colors of the old town and rendering them pointillist and impressionistic. I awoke with Smitty, serene and beautiful, asleep next to me, Zeus her cat snoring lightly … Continue reading →
They took the subway car out of Golden’s Deli today. Golden’s wasn’t Katz’s, where Smitty took me a couple of months ago. But it was a real kosher deli on Staten Island, where knishes and pastrami aren’t as automatic as … Continue reading →
Mindbenders has just been chosen as one of the Best of 2011 by the Paranormal Romance Guild (which actually reviews all kinds of books). There is actually a vote going on now at their website. I have to admit, I … Continue reading →