I get around.

‘Round, ’round, get around, I get around, yeah. Today, I have guest posts on two sites. Click through for the links, and for goodness’ sake people, show them the love over on {a mom’s view of ADHD} and Truthfully Speaking. Thanks!

Do you clutter your sentences?

A guest post from Tomica Bonner: Why yes I do? I raise my hand knowing I’m guilty. I didn’t realize how bad I was until editors started chopping my sentences to bits. I overuse words, phrases and padded sentences. Well I’m learning my lesson.

Hot Diggity Damn

Houston Writers’ Guild Manuscript Contest 2010. And the winner is….

Screw my best intentions.

I’ve got the lovesick writer’s block blues, oh yeah.

Pretend like you give a spit.

Warning: read this post at your own risk. I take no responsibility for your boredom or waste of time. But you do need something to do, after all, during football commercials today. This one is all about the Road.

Why I never get my rewrites done.

Squirrels: rats with furry tails. And smarter than a squirrel-proof bird feeder, too.

Thank you, Thank you very much

July was a record-setting month for Road to Joy, by a large margin. The timing is perfect. Three agents are currently reviewing (on a non-exclusive basis) Leaving Annalise. I expect to hear back from all three — yea or nay — by the end of August. If one of them gives a “yea,” then the blog traffic becomes very important.

You want me to do WHAT?

I really, truly, seriously just don’t fully understand why all of the person are to be thinking that i need to perform a deep, thorough, painful, horrific edit before i publish my blogs or send out my manscrips when I work my fingers to the bone the first time i write them originally.. I’m great righter!!!!

Leaving Annaly

What is it about Houston that makes it seem like the end of the line? It’s like when you say, “I’m moving from St. Croix to Houston,” you’re announcing a terminal illness. Houston, bless its heart, is not beautiful. If the heat and humidity don’t kill you, then the traffic might. People don’t dream of vacationing to Houston. Hell, I can’t even get my parents to visit me here.

And I moved to Houston from the Virgin Islands…

Saying Yes and Saying No

I’ll never forget telling my husband’s grandmother, in December 2007, that we had finally set a wedding date. Her face lit up until we said “September 2009”, at which point she curled her fingers, her perfectly-manicured nails gripping an invisible wall, and said, “Well, I hope I’m still alive! I’ll hold on by my fingertips!” (She held on, and she’s still alive and well.)

The Lowdown, the Skinny, the Poop

I survived the 2010 Writers League of Texas Agents Conference! No small feat, folks. Pitching to agents is stressful and at times humiliating.

Gracias, Mis Amigos!

Thanks, all readers. Wednesday’s post, Confessions of a Guilt-Stricken Mom, topped the charts for hits, subscriptions, comments, and shares. If you haven’t read it already, it struck some kind of chord with people, and even drew some spirited back and forth in the commentary.

Major Milestone on the Road to Joy

My first novel, Leaving Annalise, was selected as the winner of the Writers’ League of Texas’ 2010 Manuscript Contest in the Romance Category. I AM PRETTY DARN EXCITED!!!

So Where Do You Get Off, Calling Yourself a _______?!?

Come on out of the closet. * You know who you are*

*Win a KINDLE, Read great books*

What makes a book a bestseller?  The answer is easy: it takes all of you readers supporting the author and book by buying it.  Yup.  In order to be a bestseller, a book has to sell for actual cash money to readers.  Blasphemy!!! So how do you, the readers, decide which books to buy?  Well, … Continue reading

This Ain’t No Road to Nowhere

Keep the faith, writer-friends. Keep the faith.

The Writer’s Happy Dance

I believe it’s important to celebrate milestones along the path to a goal, to celebrate progress. I am on a journey as a writer.  That journey includes narrative non-fiction in the form of this blog and the seeds of the books I hope to grow from it later.  It also includes fiction.  I have written … Continue reading

I don’t have time for this *#^%@!(

It ain’t pretty.

Take it from me, “You-make-me-tired Pamela Hutchins,” no one has time for it all. Some people have more free/leisure time than others, but that is because they choose to prioritize leisure time over the world of other possibilities, unchosen. Most of us have so much we want to do (or have to do) that we can barely/rarely fit it in.

Fitting in time to write is about making it a priority and de-prioritizing other things to fit it in. If you can’t do that, then you won’t fit it in. So first make a list of everything you do each day, and be brutally honest. Something’s got to give, so what is it? Let go of crossword, or Sudoku, or long lunches, or whatever is most expendable.

Top Blogs: Vote for your Favorite!

Help me identify the most relevant content for you, my readers, moving into the future. Bicycling/athletics/triathlon? Parenting? ADHD? Writing? Consulting/small business? Vote now.

But I Don’t Have Time to ________!

Here are my top 5 links to articles on making time to write.  Enjoy — by request, I’ll give away my secrets on finding time to write (and train and work and etc.) on Wednesday of this week. http://www.copyblogger.com/find-time-to-write/ http://fictionwriting.about.com/od/startingtowrite/tp/TimetoWrite.htm http://www.writing-world.com/life/time.shtml http://literaryculture.suite101.com/article.cfm/how_to_find_time_to_write http://www.absolutewrite.com/novels/finding_time_to_write.htm

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