Anna’s Desk:I am a writer, a novelist. I write in a berry-colored room on a green sofa, or in any coffee shop in West Houston. My objective here is to elaborate on the process, trials, books, and events that pertain to writing, but mostly it's my quiet little wonderland. Please leave comments and check back soon!
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I don’t have children. I do have a cat and two dogs. One of those dogs, Kona, is a 60 pound puppy that needs almost constant attention. When she’s not stealing notepads off my desk or chewing a pen until … Continue reading
NaNoWriMo begins in 6 short days, and I have been getting positively antsy with anticipation. The prep work that seemed insurmountable 5 days ago is now neatly tucked into a few forgiving notebooks. Of course, I still have about a month’s worth of work to do before November 1st; but I feel I have already conquered the most elusive NaNo demon: pace. Continue reading
Was it the desperate search for direction? As a writer, you’re always a sentence away from desertion. Was it the regretful qualm that external motivation surpasses internal drive? Or maybe, misguidedly, I sought again the comfort of knowing that there … Continue reading
I spent the better part of a week doing research for the name of one of my characters. Not my main character, mind, which came to me long ago, from my deep unconscious. This character is that which rubs against … Continue reading
Under the omnipotent direction of Robert Olen Butler, I have spent the last 20 hours etching out ‘scenes’ in a $1.27 composition book. These scenes are the matrix of the bones of my novel. I have had this story between … Continue reading
I stood still in the entryway. The hard linoleum in front of me was a lake; enough water had pooled that dirt swirled within it. Too many had come this way, escaping the rain that came down to burden, to … Continue reading