- How and when you started blogging?
- I began blogging in 2010. I started a blog for Homemakers entitled Guiding Your Home. I didn't do too well with it and I eventually just let it slip by. I was inspired by the movie "Julie and Julia" and thought if she could write a blog to learn more, so could I. But I didn't accomplish what I wanted. When I decided to seek publication for my books, I noticed many agent wanted to look at your social media platforms. I thought I'd better start a blog about writing. I must admit, I still don't have a Twitter/Facebook or anything else. I have hired a web designer and marketer who has worked tirelessly to help me out. So hopefully in the near future, I will have more going on than blog.
- What do you hope to accomplish with your blog?
- I hope to make my blog a place where other writers, authors and readers can learn, enjoy friendships, relax and just have a good time. I want to start writers conferences and Q and A seminars, book tours...oh wait. I'm doing that all ready! I love hosting my book tours. Authors work so hard to get there books published and by helping others promote good stories is something I look forward to doing. I love to see the successes of others and if I can put a smile on someones face and a happy feeling in their heart, then i have done something I can feel good about. That puts a smile on MY face!
Hey beautiful guys and dolls! Here it is! My CP feedback edited story. Had a hard time with this, but I hope it makes sense. I've got a post I'm working on I plan to put up after Thanksgiving. Here ya go. Enjoy... Every morning I wake to carnival day. Today, though, I have my key. If I don’t use it before midnight, my way of escape will gone. It’s a silver key with a twisted metal handle, a sapphire stone half moon and engraved stars. There’s a tiny inscription on the moon, but it’s so small, I’ve never been able to read it.I’ve always kept mine in my jewelry box, but today, I string it on a ribbon and tie it around my neck. My two best friends will be wearing theirs, too, and I wonder how they will escape this carnival of dreams. “What’s it for?” Cress asks as we stand in line for the swings. I run my fingertips over the entire silver surface. “I don’t know. It belonged to my grandmother,” I say. “Whatever.” She shrugs her shoulder in a dismissive way. “Have