Author Archives: Susan

Yesterday’s full schedule of events proved to be just as exciting and informative as day one of the Tunxis Writers’ Festival. The opening act was Ernest Dorling, author of Consciousness of Guilt and Murder: A Family Affair who stressed the … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Another interesting point brought up at yesterday’s Writers’ Festival, and clearly evidenced by these last three posts, is the mechanical orientation of reading text. Brought up in his lecture on Hypertext Media, Steve Ersinghaus once again displayed his ability to … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Shoot, I can’t sleep. As an addendum to the below post, one of the things that was said regarding the road to publishing one’s work is the old axiom, “don’t give up your day job.” Setting aside two hours a … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Incredible day. Obviously I’ve been on a roll since October–no, much earlier than that I admit. Imagination, dreams, confidence, creativity, and hopefully, skill, are just growing and expanding as if unleashed, instead of festering inside to crush these qualities under … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Today I am playing hooky from the frameshop. Thanks to an awesome effort by Neha of Wanderlust, there is a Writers’ Festival going on today and tomorrow at our Community College. Some of the speakers include David Pesci, author of … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I love to pick other writers’ brains, and weblogs are the perfect places to offer easy access. At The Word Foundry, in Fun With Dialogue, Joe Faust graciously shares a terrific point about show and tell (or show versus tell, … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I think there is a black hole in time between elation and depression and that is where one must not remain for long. It is a tiredness that halts the mind and searching for ideas is useless. Happiness writes with … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Silence, just silence; a quiet so deep it touches and wraps one within it and covers one’s ears. Felt as sharply as heard, the skin taut as an eardrum trembling to listen, poised to protect what’s inside. Good moods don’t … Continue reading → Continue reading →

Floating blossom in Salwar Kameez of plum gossamer, dancing on the breeze that blows off deserts, over seas and foreign lands. Tinkling bracelets like bells ringing faraway in time, delicate and divine amid the tolling sounds of a society who … Continue reading → Continue reading →

I was brought back to the Narratives Writers meeting by this phrase from Reflections in D Minor regarding all-time worst songs: “This will probably sound sort of strange but I often don’t pay any attention to the lyrics and sometimes … Continue reading → Continue reading →