On Writing Strong Female Characters

Everyday we’re bombarded with images, videos, and texts telling us how to be and who to be. The worst part: many of them contradict. Especially for women. Case in point: I was recently reading a great novel: suspenseful and well written…a best-seller, in fact. I almost couldn’t finish it, though, because the only lead female…

Iconic horror movie scenes

There are as many scenes (and lists it seems) as there are fans of horror. I, however, agree with this list more than others I’ve found that lean more toward brutality. This list captures the often disturbing beauty in horror. CHECK OUT THE LIST! Before you argue too much, see how many you recognize! 

Interview with Book Worm Reads

Q) Tell us something about yourself. My love for scaring people is not limited to the written word. I also enjoy telling scary stories around a campfire, finding creepy places wherever I travel, the iridescent glow of an animal’s eyes at night, and getting (semi)lost in a forest. My family and friends know me as…

the sleeper

all that is real is what I imagined, lost in a world of dreams where my soul is full of love and love is my passion drifting and floating on an endless sea of vision stirring and softly breathing in a night of endless prisons all that I feel is only imagined here in my…

Pacing: A brief thought

Pacing, without a doubt, will make or break your story. I’ve seen a number of good articles on pacing (links at the bottom); however, I want to talk in more general terms than these articles. I think of pacing as the “heartbeat” of your story. So, in my mind, that pace is fluid—it can begin…

The thesaurus is out to get us

Originally posted on ADRIANLILLY.COM:
As writers, it’s easy to get in the habit of relying on words. These words are old friends we know well and they work for us. I know—when I search one of my manuscripts for over-used words, I find some favorites over and over and over. Yikes! It’s time to…

For(e)Fathers

Eye blinking at suddenly light The misery of an early sage No shame to be earnestly contrite. How can we claim all that’s right? Gather sheets from history’s page Eye blinking in sudden light Built on shoulders bent by blight The riptide of pent up rage No shame to be earnestly contrite. Earlier still, death…

closer than they appear

I watch you watch life through the rear view mirror not knowing what you’ve seen until it has passed and only then a backward reflection I watch you watch us fading into the distance looking passed our future never knowing I was left behind, lost in your blind spot I watch you leave and know…