Bass-Ackwards

I have never been able to mold myself to fit an ideal. In anything. Even when I'm trying. Even when it really really means a lot to m...

Finding the Little Red Dress

You all know what I mean by the perfect little black dress, right? Well swap that out for a fiery red one that hits right above the knee and...

Confessions of a Research Whore

Hello. My name is Lynda and I’m a research whore. I’ve always been this way but...I don’t necessarily research for a book I’m writing. No, I...

Researching Backwards

Just so you know...I haven't been to bed yet, and I'm typing this in at 1:44 in the morning...so techincally it's still Wednesda...

To The Internets!

I admit it--I never have been an organized person. I am not now an organized writer, either. One day, perhaps. It's my dream to somed...

Research--How I Do It

My story ideas usually start with the characters. And I always find that giving them a name helps solidify them in my mind. (Yelling at some...

THE END isn't the end

Typing THE END isn't the end of the writer's job. Not at all, you nod sagely, now begins finding a market for all those lovely words...

The Two of Me

I’ve been asked by a fellow author about the differences in my two personas and I thought that might make a good blog topic. Let me introduc...