Melisa Peterson Lewis
Curiosity, especially intellectual inquisitiveness is what separates the truly alive from those who merely going through the motions. - Tom Robins Sitting at the table surrounded by my writing group I was asked a question. My peer had read a scene in my upcoming novel where the two main characters are separated during a riot.... Continue Reading →
Perhaps the way I defined this curse mislead me, and until now I thought I couldn’t get writer's block. I had always envisioned a writer scooting their chair up to a desk; fingers cracked and tugged on, a computer flashing to life, then the writer freezes, hovering above the keyboard, blank stare, hollow inside. Sometimes... Continue Reading →
