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Monthly Archives: February 2012
Want to Know a Secret?
If you follow James Scott Bell on Twitter (and if you’re interested in writing tips, it’s a good idea), you might have seen this last week: Give characters secrets. One of the keys to Downton Abbey. #writing #writetip We all … Continue reading
Train Ride through the Rockies
Everybody has one. That dream — that thing you’re going to do someday. I’m thinking about it this week for a couple of reasons. The first is sad. My friend’s father died recently, and the funeral was last week. Mr. … Continue reading
100 Hours
This post has a bonus link. These book covers are the best thing I found online this week. They’re brilliant. You need to see them. Okay, down to business. Last term, there was a documentary filmmaker in my writing course. … Continue reading
Nosy Writer with a Camera
Saturday night my daughter was at Brownie camp. Well, she was, until about 10:30. Then we got the phone call to come pick her up. (Which, I might add, we were happy to do — I want her to know … Continue reading
Thank You, Mrs. Granger
Mrs. Granger was my grade nine typing (we called it “keyboarding”) teacher. She had perfect grey curls, a voice that could rap like a ruler, and a spine as straight as a steel girder. She was never less than immaculately … Continue reading