Archive for March, 2012
Stevie Nicks’ advice to an idol contestant: “It doesn’t matter about your big voice, it matters about your heart.” That’s what’s going to translate, to draw people in.
No matter how great the voice is, if the words ring hollow, if there is nothing of substance behind them, you won’t connect with your audience. You have to be an actor as well as a singer. And a good actor makes the viewer believe what he’s saying is true; that what he is “feeling” is real. Read the rest of this entry »
When my oldest daughter was little she used to cry if she couldn’t wear a dress. Fast-forward twenty years, we are watching an episode of The Dick Van Dyke Show, and she says, “I wish women still dressed that way.”
“Me too,” I said, “but I wouldn’t want to clean the house in a dress, heels and pearls.”
It’s interesting to look back and trace the evolution of women’s clothing. I’ve always been in awe of the gowns and dresses worn throughout the mid to late 1800’s and I love the wardrobe in Gone with the Wind, (my favorite movie since I was 7 years old), but if I had lived in that era I would have been a rebel, probably bringing scandal on my family for indecency because the truth is, I can barely tolerate wearing a lightweight slip, I loathe nylons, and someone really, really needs to design a bra that is comfortable, attractive and does its job. Read the rest of this entry »
“Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.”
This creamy drink is the best and simple to make. The added cinnamon and vanilla remind me of chai only smoother and creamier.
Thank you Hannah for hooking me up with the recipe.
Editors and agents want to see your face.
“I’m a writer, not a model,” you say, “so what’s the big deal?”
Being picked up by an agent or a publishing house takes more than writing skills. Hundreds of queries and manuscripts cross their desks every month. Calculating the human ability to give thorough attention to each one of these, well, it just isn’t humanly possible. This kind of competition means that regardless of your talent and experience you have to stand out.
….And you don’t do that by submitting pink, perfumed query letters, or sending along a box of chocolates with your manuscript. Read the rest of this entry »
Maura hadn’t intended for her mother to see the framed portrait she painted, but here she stood before her holding it in her hands, Maura’s pounding heart ravaging her chest, preparing for what she knew was coming.
Her mother looked from the portrait to Maura and turning her nose up, she said, “You think that’s good?”
Not anymore she didn’t. She had been proud of the piece, which was a rare reaction, and now, she couldn’t bear the sight of it. Read the rest of this entry »