Loose Lipped and the Write Offs of Writing
This title would likely imply that I am going to discuss the write offs I can declare as an author. And, there are many that come to mind like [...]
Loose Lipped, and the Rabbit Holes of Research
Writing historical fiction has made me delve deeply into multiple areas of research. It is important for me that my novels ring true historically. That need has taken me [...]
Loose Lipped and Authors Naming Names
I believe that it was Shakespeare who posed the question, “What’s in a name?” As I looked further into this matter it appears that Shakespeare took great care when [...]
Loose Lipped and May “Come Together”
In honour of this month’s Mental Health Awareness, I will share that this is one of the reasons that keeps me writing. To Be True was written during a [...]
Loose Lipped, Plotter or Pantser? Pick One.
When I began writing my first manuscript the thoughts took shape first in my head, and then onto sticky notes. This makes me a plotter, though I am a [...]
Loose Lipped on Editing the First Time Author
Asafirsttimeauthorthegreatestlessonihavelearnedistheepicvalueofanedit. Yes, the above sentence if you can even decipher it, is proof that even a little edit goes a long way. I believe it was Stephen King who [...]
Loose Lipped and no February Blahs.
February, the sweet short month of groundhogs, love, Chinese New Year, and my birthday. Let’s first address the rodent part of this second month. February 2nd is Groundhog’s Day. [...]
Loose Lipped and the New Year
Welcome 2026! I wish for you to be a year of hope and kindness. I always try to enter into the New Year on the happiest note that I [...]
Loose Lipped and Twas the Night Before Christmas
It is that magical time of year again, and while at my last writer’s guild gathering, we were given a prompt to write something beginning with the line ‘Twas [...]
Loose Lipped and Remembrance
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, [...]