Hi, my name is Betsy, and I suck at world building. I can no more create a mysterious land, populate it with rare and...
Writing
If Writing Is An Art,
then editing is a craft. For me, writing the initial draft of any work brings me a freedom to put anything, and I do...
Loving Our Bad Boys
Why is it that we fall in love with our bad boys? I don't mean in real life, although that was true once for me when I...
50 Shades of Cabernet
For the longest time, I've avoided talking about my books, interviewing authors, writing about what I read. It's time...
Entering the Death Throes of Editing
For the next month I will be heads down editing a manuscript to send to my publisher. If you've never been in my...
Questions From A Book Club
I recently spoke to a local book club about writing my Mad Max series of mysteries. Their questions were so astute...
Three Weeks
Every year on February 15, I run this poem somewhere. It might be on FB, on Wattpad, here on my blog. Why? Because on...
Rejecting What I No Longer Accept
Last week I wrote about the conundrum I faced growing up. I loved my dear grandmother, but as I came to adulthood, I...
Conflicts
I missed last week because I was away on vacation. No, I don't announce it on social media or send pics from places I...
In Honor of Dr. Martin Luther King
The following poem is one I run every year at this time. I usually read it at events honoring Dr. King, but I had to...
Some Cliches Are True
It is said that when a writer dies, an entire library dies with her. It may be a cliche, but it is true. Take away a...
Don’t Swing at a Pitch in the Dirt
This blog spawns from a series of discussions I had over the past few months with newbie writers. None had published...