All six writers received the invitation on the same day and immediately called each other: “Are you going? Will you bring your ingredient?”
As instructed, not one writer told the other what she was requested to bring.
On Halloween night, a round iron pot sat in the center of the library conference table where the writers met once a week. Joellen splashed in two quarts of Diet Coke. Danielle measured and added a tablespoon of vinegar. Continue reading
I’m not a statistician. I’m not a mathematician, nor even a magician.
I’m a writer, which does take more magic than math. Yet, Word Press (my blog server) sent me the stats for my most popular posts the past couple of years. I’m going to use those post headings in this tiny tale (below), and see if you can guess which was the #1 post for Roughwighting.
Sex and food seem to be the driving force to draw in a reader. I’m not so happy about this, but facts are facts, and stats are stats.
So, I’m setting aside the novel that I’ve been spending days, weeks, months on, and moving to a new set of characters. They all have big feet, particularly the main male character, and he only eats one meal a day: Spaghetti. Continue reading