The other night, I dreamed it was the end of the world. For a brief moment, gravity went bye-bye, so there were lots of floating cars and people. Then everything came down with an all-mighty CRASH! and a certain Mid Eastern country started bombing us. Guess what? That was a mundane dream for me. Normally… Continue reading Did I Dream THAT?!
Author: bethovermyer
Beth Overmyer is the author of several works of genre fiction, the fantasy trilogy THE GOBLETS IMMORTAL being among them. Fueled by tea, loved by cats everywhere, she balances her home life with writing novels and hanging out with family and friends.
Buttload of Writing to Do
The list of things to be written is growing. Oi vey. Do you want to see the list of titles? OF COURSE YOU DO! Projects in no particular order (all are in various stages of development) Excalibur Lucan and the Medieval Murders Doggone It!: An Arthur Slow Mystery They Were Heroes: Jane Austen Willoughby’s Regrets Racing… Continue reading Buttload of Writing to Do
The Buddy System
Music: Mixed tape (cool stuff, from the Poldark soundtrack to the Galavant soundtrack) In the mug: Blueberry energy tea Tea bag saying: Love is an elevated self (whatever that means) #AmReading: All the Light We Cannot See (though I haven't read much of it lately) Yesterday was Writer Wednesday...for me, at least. It's the day… Continue reading The Buddy System
Novel Teas and Fiction Flings
I kid you not, this was going to be a party-planning book from a person who has thrown precious few parties. I've thrown a Saint Patrick's Day party, a bridal shower, a baby shower, and a book launch party. That's it. But this book of party ideas was going to be different and special and… Continue reading Novel Teas and Fiction Flings
If You Can’t Think of Anything to Say…
...open a dialogue box and start typing, wot wot! Ready to find out what this blog post is about? ME, TOO! There's the old adage: if you can't think of anything nice to say, don't say anything. Let's twist that a little, shall we? Let's face it, I'm a little twisted anyway. Or maybe reword… Continue reading If You Can’t Think of Anything to Say…
The Wind Was a Torrent of Darkness
That got your attention, didn't it? I like poetry. That dazzle-me line opens Alfred Noyes's poem The Highwayman. And a poet's gotta dazzle. Fiction writers, too. Especially in that blasted-hard first line. Yes, the last chapter of your book sells your next book. The first chapter though...*shudders* I'm not going to write about how to… Continue reading The Wind Was a Torrent of Darkness
Book vs. Movie: Lord of the Rings
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls...It's the battle of the ages! In one corner we have thhhhhheeeeee NOVEL! In the other thhhhhhheeeee MOVIE!" CUT TO: men placing bets, popcorn salespeople hawking their popcorn, as they do. "Our first contenders: Book Legolas vs. Movie Legolas. Let the match begin, and things!" *bell dings* Book Legolas notches… Continue reading Book vs. Movie: Lord of the Rings
A Watched Pot BURNS!
Okay, that title is a little melodramatic, yes? Yes. But what in the name of Asgard am I talking about? Glad you asked... I have mentioned that I hate waiting. I hate waiting for the mail-carrier to come in the afternoon or early morning or late evening or WHENEVER SHE FREAKING DECIDES TO SHOW UP… Continue reading A Watched Pot BURNS!
Waiting
I hate waiting. I need to be patient, but...as the old saying goes: I want patience...NOW! I feel like half the writing game is waiting. Well, maybe a third. I let an idea percolate in my brain and WAIT 'til it's better developed before I write it. Once I've written the crappy first draft, I… Continue reading Waiting
The City: A Slice of Life
In honor of this fairly bad day, I offer up this little vignette. Enjoy. # The city, in all its infamy, loomed before Cindy, the one, the only, the fabulous...But it mattered no more. Cindy was a has-been, a washed-up star of the moving pictures before they became talking pictures. Where there ought to have… Continue reading The City: A Slice of Life
Beth Overmyer 