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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, Plotter or Pantser? Pick One.
When I began writing my first manuscript the thoughts took shape first in my head, and then onto sticky [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Loose Lipped and Remembrance
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, [...]
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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 [...]
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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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Loose Lipped and Remembrance
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, [...]