by Gemma Snow | Jun 26, 2017 | Author, Editing, Inspiration, my books, Writing
An MFRW Author Post – and check out the other blogs on the hop! Writing is wonderful. It’s like playing God, sculpting worlds, forming new people from nothing but your fingers against the keyboard, giving life to the two-dimensional creations of your own mind,...
by Gemma Snow | Jun 5, 2017 | Author, Blog Challenge, Books, Editing, Inspiration, my books, Writing
An MFRW Author Post – and check out the other blogs on the hop! I am an overwriter. It’s not a bad thing. In fact, as far as the question of overwriter vs. underwriter goes, I’d much rather face the challenge of cutting words than adding them. Putting too...
by Gemma Snow | May 8, 2017 | Author, Blog Challenge, Inspiration, MFRW, my books, Writing
An MFRW Post And check out the other great blogs on the hop! I realized some time ago that I don’t have a type. Sometimes, I think I do – a sexy Italian man with long hair and seductive, dark eyes or a sinewy, brilliant professor, who keeps me...
by Gemma Snow | May 1, 2017 | Author, Blog Challenge, Inspiration, MFRW, my books, Writing
An MFRW Author Post Check out the other great blogs on the hop! I’m a person who loves humor – it doesn’t take much to send me into a fit of laughter, and I tend to crack rude and inappropriate jokes anywhere and anytime. I love making people smile and I come...
by Gemma Snow | Mar 27, 2017 | Author, Blog Challenge, Editing, Inspiration, my books, Writing
[An MFRWAuthor Post!] Check out the other great blogs on the hop! Last week, I got to brag a little about my ability to string sentences together, in Herculean Effort. In keeping with the theme, it’s time I eat some humble pie and tell you about the elements of...
by Gemma Snow | Mar 20, 2017 | Author, Blog Challenge, Editing, Inspiration, my books, Writing
An MRFW Author Post Check out the other great blogs on the hop! 20, 000. I have written 20,000 words in a single day. My wrists burn, carpal tunnel snaking a life-long promise up my forearms and into the hinges of my shoulders. My neck cracks and...
