What Writers Learn "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Not true. Words hurt. They sting. Writers hurt more when they receive a message via text, email or phone that their work is not wanted.What writers learn depends on what they are willing to take away from their experience… Continue reading What Writers Learn
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The Crossroads of a Writer, Part II: The Client, the Message, and You
By Rebecca T. Dickinson Are you a member of the Libertarian Party? Me: No. Are you a member of the Democratic Party? Me: No. Are you a member of the Republican Party? Me: No. What is your relationship to God? Me: We're good. (Asked in 2008 and 2009): Do you plan to have children anytime… Continue reading The Crossroads of a Writer, Part II: The Client, the Message, and You
He Turned His Back
It is one of those weeks. I have a deadline tomorrow. Three articles need completion, and interviews and statistics on family court and custody battles are piled on my desk. Charles has a fever, and I swear I see little red dots in front of my eyes. I cannot decide whether it is the lamp,… Continue reading He Turned His Back
Our Personal Lenses, Aly Hughes
Aly Hughes, Guest Blogger Our Personal Lenses There are times in my life when somebody asks me a question, and I pause to reflect. How did I get to this point in my life? It can be a friend asking if I want to go to the bar. Am I already 21? Or an aunt… Continue reading Our Personal Lenses, Aly Hughes
The Boy with No Mother
© 2006-2012 by R.T. Dickinson. All rights reserved. No part of this post or material related to it may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of R.T. Dickinson. I am behind this week in reading blogs and posting two award nominations.… Continue reading The Boy with No Mother
The Drive
I took familiar roads; the routes I once used to drive to Kings Mountain and Belmont, North Carolina. The drive averaged 30 to 45 minutes depending on which former textile town I was driving to. I turned on the radio and changed stations. In the age of iPods and iPads, I still have the unhealthy… Continue reading The Drive
Nominations and Gratitude
Sunrise hides the complexities of the coming day. It tempts me to leave the bed, turn on my laptop and type. Call me crazy. Early morning fires up my imagination. I could be a late night writer. But due to what I've come to expect in the coming day, I get up before the sun… Continue reading Nominations and Gratitude
How Many Books and the Age of the Author
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson Outside reveals magic. My 21-month-old had moments Tuesday when he acted like a pistol going off in its holster. With the weather warming earlier, I have taken him outside in the morning after my early work. Some of the little flowers growing on the trees near the Catawba… Continue reading How Many Books and the Age of the Author
See the Art in You
Words and Photos by Rebecca T. Dickinson Sometimes I need to retreat or go back to basics. Self-confidence fails at the keyboard. Words do not come or they are dry, plain and unimportant. I go to my kitchen. Pull out a pan and chop up the vegetables, or I get the Crisco and butter. Some… Continue reading See the Art in You
The Writer Asks
Words and Photos By Rebecca T. Dickinson I did not believe I had much of a story from my childhood and youth. Sure my mom said there were family stories I could write. She didn't understand those stories, to me, were inside jokes. An aunt told me I needed to experience life and one day I'd be an author … maybe,… Continue reading The Writer Asks
Corrie's Season 