Category Archives: Writing

Wasted

Posted on October 27, 2011 by Fran Hart

When my alarm went off this morning I did not want to get up. That’s pretty unusual for me. Typically I’m a carpe diem kind of gal, but not today. My head hurt and I felt like the cat spent … Continue reading →

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After it was over

Posted on October 23, 2011 by Fran Hart

She opened the door and crossed the threshold as she had so many times, but now everything was different. It helped to know she wasn’t alone, but her cats were so quiet she might as well have been. “Jingles! Champ! … Continue reading →

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Not your Norman Rockwell family gathering

Posted on October 13, 2011 by Fran Hart

As years created distance, during the many sleepless nights tossed and turned since that day, Marge had plenty of time to wonder about the unfortunate turn of events and how radically relationships can change in the space of a few … Continue reading →

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It’s all relative

Posted on August 20, 2011 by Fran Hart

Last Sunday, my Novel In Progress group critiqued the first 25 pages of my novel, distributed three weeks earlier, in our twice-monthly round table forum. I’d heard warnings about the ego-bruising, described as a crucifixion by more than one veteran. … Continue reading →

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Pardon me, your slip is showing

Posted on August 2, 2011 by Fran Hart

Last Wednesday morning, during my weekly group meeting at Einstein Bagels, I interrupted one of my girlfriend’s as she was telling a story. In fact, if ever there was a blurt, I blurted: “You have something between your teeth.” Then … Continue reading →

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Pruning

Posted on July 17, 2011 by Fran Hart

This weekend I got out the big shears and did some major pruning of the first six chapters of my first novel. This section started out 31 pages long and ended up 25 pages long. On Sunday, at the next … Continue reading →

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and I thought self-editing was hard!

Posted on July 11, 2011 by Fran Hart

No matter how hard the challenge, tall the mountain or rough the course, I seem to be willing to grit my teeth, grunt, sweat and otherwise behave in a manner unbecoming a lady. I’m not sure what I am becoming … Continue reading →

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Chronic comparing, the road to insanity and perhaps, eventually, death

Posted on July 10, 2011 by Fran Hart

Klout is going to make me crazy, I can tell already.Well, crazier. It’s like going on a diet and stepping on the scale 3 times a day (yes, I’ve done that). Worse, it lends itself to comparison with others, which … Continue reading →

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Huge mistake or the best thing I’ve ever done?

Posted on July 1, 2011 by Fran Hart

Time will tell if yesterday’s mad dash to the finish line was worth it, or if the product of that “victory” will be a lesson on what not to do. The mad dash? I finished another round of self-editing on … Continue reading →

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Editing, editing, editing

Posted on June 28, 2011 by Fran Hart

Tom Petty says that the Waiting is the hardest part, and God knows I’m not good at waiting (and that is not part of the process I’m looking forward to). Thus far, from where I’ve spent my day sitting, at … Continue reading →

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