Monthly Archives: August 2014

Ramping up the tension

Posted on August 25, 2014 by ginachoward

Some people thrive on conflict. I am not one of them. Actual and imagined confrontations leave my stomach in knots. Although conflict avoidance can make the real world more pleasant, it is the kiss of death in fiction, which requires … Continue reading →

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Endings

Posted on August 18, 2014 by ginachoward

Ah, the possibilities of beginnings!  Smorgasbords of plot potential and crackling climaxes. Endings? Necessary evils – often awkwardly awful termini, wrap-ups rushed like the “Sixty Minutes’” second hand ticking to the hour’s end. Endings tend to be as problematic in books … Continue reading →

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Departure

Posted on August 11, 2014 by ginachoward

Dark clouds on my horizon creep in with summer’s heat. Weighing me down, making me sluggish, Like July’s humidity.   Encompassing blackness looms inexorably closer. Dragging my soul, consuming my thoughts, As oppressive as August.   Hatless officers sowed seeds … Continue reading →

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Feast of words

Posted on August 4, 2014 by ginachoward

I love the sensory sensuality of words. All those anticipatory Ts standing at parade rest in attentive. That D bumping into the G in nudge. Euphoria just dares those outnumbered consonants to hold down its vowels. And there’s something inherently … Continue reading →

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