Melisa Peterson Lewis
A few weeks ago I sat at my kitchen counter and bid my husband good luck as he took our three kids to soccer practice. I was determined to finish my novel and you know what? I did. I finished and then I typed THE END. My fingers hovered over the keys and my eyes... Continue Reading →
I'm getting so close to the end of my second draft I can't help but get excited. Especially when I see my characters going through an emotionally exhausting moment. Here's a snippet from Drew's point of view. This is about two thirds through the novel. A whole new world is jammed inside the 695 beltway.... Continue Reading →
Guess what. You don't have to say, "He clapped his hands together." Do you know why? Because to make a clap, your hands come together, it's implied. I can simply say, "He clapped his hands." This may seem so small to someone who isn't a writer, but as a reader, you'll appreciate stories moving at... Continue Reading →
When summer first begins I can’t wait to toss aside my sweaters and boots. Shorts, tank tops, and flip-flops are a welcome change. I rejoice in the idea of getting outside more. Snow and ice are traded in for sunshine and evening thunderstorms. There is something peaceful about falling asleep to a thunderstorm rolling in.... Continue Reading →
I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling the story from my own life experience. However, I feel as if this can be really limiting from a storytelling perspective. Often I find that I start a story in first person, only to go... Continue Reading →
