by S.F. Powell | Apr 18, 2017 | Writing Life
In my blog (some time ago now), “Getting ‘Thin’ Can Be a Big Mistake,” I stated that I didn’t really have a number “10” for my list of suggestions. But on fifth thought (yeah, I went back and forth on this a few times), I’d like to offer a possible number 10: getting...
by S.F. Powell | Apr 11, 2017 | Sans Serif Potpourri
You’ve seen this (I know you have), either in movies or in real life: a person approaches the edge of a body of water, and instead of jumping right in, they … dip their toe to get a sense of the temperature and determine whether to splash, or ease in, or just turn...
by S.F. Powell | Jul 5, 2016 | Writing Life
There’s a hidden satisfaction that comes with being an author of fiction. We are creators of people, creators of worlds, and creators (or destroyers) of every action in it. It is an addiction that makes us forget the pot cooking on the stove, miss the next train,...
by S.F. Powell | Jun 14, 2016 | Writing Life
With the relaunch of Like Sweet Buttermilk (LSB), I decided to assume the role of Lot’s wife and look back. I didn’t turn into salt, but it was an opportunity to ponder: If I Knew Then What I Know Now … Excitement breeds distraction. And the internet breeds too many...
by S.F. Powell | Jun 6, 2016 | Sans Serif Potpourri
Ten years. Almost. Almost ten years ago I completed my first novel, made a whisper of noise about it—and then disappeared. Was it fear? Sure. Was it doubt? Most definitely. Did I stop writing? Never. I’m writing even when I don’t want to. So, yeah: almost ten years....