Melisa Peterson Lewis
I dig my hands into the dirt and plant a garden. I sit at my keyboard and let a storyline drum through my head until it finds its way to the screen. I expose my weaknesses and fears so I can overcome obstacles that once were. I share my triumphs because I want to be... Continue Reading →
A few months ago I purchased ProWritingAid to help teach me basic grammar flaws I've been falling victim to. While there are quite a few grammar no-nos I've been doing, one that sticks out is my need to tell readers when a character is starting to do something, rather than just tell ya'll that they're... Continue Reading →
Curious, I signed in to look at my search history. Before I was a writer my drive for knowledge leads me to look up some pretty interesting things. Now that I’m writing an apocalyptic book about a disease overtaking Baltimore, my searches are getting more interesting. These are all within the last week. What is... Continue Reading →
He pushes my head down, my neck bends awkwardly sending sharp pains down my back. Lights flash. It’s happening. I hacked a wrong move this time. “Watch yourself,” he grunts. If I were watching myself I wouldn’t be here. Maybe I deserve this. How could that be though? Does anyone ask to be manhandled and... Continue Reading →
The mirror lied. Her spirit identified as a woman half her current age, and at forty-two the vision of herself balanced between unfair and not so bad. Her smile edged by wrinkles showed how often she laughed. Brown curly hair frizzed out beyond control, even after another product failed to save the day. Maybe her... Continue Reading →
