The New Yorker has an article on Nora Roberts this week. Well worth it to seek it out. I was left feeling utterly inadequate — the woman is a machine, writes for 6 to 8 hours a day, fueled on cigarettes and aspartame, and produces at least four new books Read more…
“Stop!” he commanded. “Where are you going?” she inquired. “I miss you so much,” he said sadly. All of these are said-bookisms and will knock an editor out of a story faster than a line drive into the stands. (By the way, did you know there’s a book on baseball Read more…
Words: 0 Bad author, no cookie! One of the dangers if you will of showing rather than telling, is that you can become mired in the action catalog. This is sentence after sentence that detail, often excruciatingly, what the protagonist is doing second by second. Miranda hit the snooze button Read more…