Welcome Joanna to my virtual café. If I ever win the lottery, I’ll build a real café on the edge of the creek where I can sit on the porch in warm weather and talk to fellow authors about books and writing. Right now, we are in the cold and rainy season here in eastern North Carolina. We rarely get snow so close to the … Continue reading Creekside Cafe Chat with Joanna Warrington
Grief in reality versus grief in fiction. I don’t know how to grieve. I tend to push my emotions down until they bubble over like a boiling pot. When my daddy died, I acted like a hostess during his funeral. I couldn’t keep still. I had to move around speaking to people, thanking them for coming. I couldn’t let go and deal with my sadness … Continue reading Grief
How do you research Murder? How many people did you have to kill to get it right? Uh! What, wait a minute… Contrary to some the writing sources I’ve studied, you don’t have to write JUST what you know. You can figure somethings out by relating them with similar experiences, or by taking classes, watching YouTube videos or documentaries. You don’t have to kill your … Continue reading How Do You Research Murder?
The first thing I notice are her ears close to her head, large and nearly flat. She is dying yet I notice her ears. They are the largest I have ever seen. Are they evidence? Evidence of fairies, elves and trolls? Her nose is tiny, like a doll’s; a nub of a nose in her fine boned face. Her skin is pale, wrinkled and thin. … Continue reading Change ling
I see her laying there, the pain intense upon her pale face. The blue veins of her eyelids look bruised as her eyes flutter with agitation. She groans in her sleep, restless and exhausted. Death plays her cruel joke teasing and taunting, it threatens to take her only to leave her in pain. What is worse to pray for death yet linger or fear it … Continue reading Death waits for her