Fellow author, Pamela Samuels Young, recently forwarded, as she did to 30-40 others, the link to an genre author, Scott Pratt’s new blog, The Writer’s Predicament.
While I have not read any of Mr. Pratt’s five legal thrillers I will say that if his novel writing style holds any of the similarities he had exhibited in the few blog posts of The Writer’s Predicament, I will start touting his work. Needless to say I am a fan of his blog.
After opening the e-mail containing the link to his blog, I immediate clicked over and began reading his posts.
Scott’s warm, style combined with
Since learning of the death of Whitney’s Houston death, Saturday, February 11th, 2012, I held little patience with those who expressed sincere shock and amazement that she no longer lived with us in the world of life on planet earth.
Even as our elder daughter posted comments on Facebook offering condolences I cautioned her to not become so caught up in what I termed, “…one more example of the media bastardizing a very real and human loss in the effort to make headlines and money…”
On Monday I zoomed in my criticism on the fact that while people may miss Whitney, no one’s loss could compare with that of her and Bobby Brown’s daughter, Bobbi Kristina.
During the drive to school on the morning of Valentine’s Day, our youngest daughter said,
When two years ago, our eldest daughter asked to moved back home I was thrilled.
Having just earned a graduate degree and about to begin law school she expressed the desire to return to a more laid back lifestyle than she had experienced when a coed and then graduate student living in the city.
My excitement at having our first born home came not simply from 0ur enjoyment of having her around to share and do activities with, but with the additional idea that she truly liked being with her father and most specifically me, her mother.
The relationship I shared with my mother, now nearly 16 years deceased,
When I was a child my mother demanded 100% obedience.
Did I give it to her?
Neither did I agree with everything she said or believed.
Many of the lessons she taught and that I employ have kept me in good stead as an adult, wife and mother. I thoroughly appreciate then.
Yet, I have often wished my mother could have supported me more in standing upon my own ground.
Better said, I would have appreciated immensely my mother supporting me in the areas where we differed in our perspectives on an issue.
When our youngest child reached five-years-old, I began
One of the things we learn as psychotherapists is to interpret what clients are actually saying vs. the words they speak.
This is not to say that clients lie. I have found those with whom I have worked to be incredibly honest. They were investing a substantial amount of time and money into their sessions to learn more about themselves and how they could achieve their goals and dreams.
And yet we all have our defenses.
As a client myself, I have benefited enormously from psychotherapists who could see through my defenses and careful choice of words and lead me to the heart of the truth ebbing or perhaps bleeding through.
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“Like turning base metal into gold, that’s what revision is to me.”
Susan Gabriel, psychotherapist, and author of Seeking Sara Summers
During my recent interview with Susan Gabriel she honestly stated that when first beginning to write she hated the process of revision.
On thanking her for being so truthful, I said that I had felt the same way.
We both then agreed that now upon reaching the stage of having written the rough/1st drafts of novels we love the stage of revising.
It was at this point that Susan wisely coined the phrase that she experienced the process of revision as one of “…turning base metal into gold.”