tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324779462024-09-10T22:05:07.396-04:00Sandra Tuttle is an author of Urban Fantasy.Sandra Tuttlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09370020416849658895noreply@blogger.comBlogger218125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32477946.post-31919080839929353942010-08-03T02:05:00.012-04:002010-08-03T03:16:33.128-04:00

Well kids I know it's been about FOREVER since I last posted and I'll fill in you in why. I've been a traveling freak.I've been to Oregon, California, Missouri, Oklahoma, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Illinois, Texas, Indiana, Ohio, Arkansas, Tennessee, Kentucky (of course Michigan) and I'm on my way to Washington state at the end of this week. I've been visiting family/friends and writing when I

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Yes I'm doing a Thanksgiving blog: surprise surprise. But since I can't seem to do anything in a standard fashion, I thought I'd mix things up a bit. Things that I'm thankful for that perhaps I shouldn't, or just that seem counter intuitive.I am thankful for:Being laid off.Being divorced.Being virtually homeless.These surely aren't things most people would categorize in the thankful category but

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While bff's equal muse from a distance, up close and personal is another story.My bff, CoD, is a wonderful inspiration from afar. She helps push me through rough patches in writing and is my sounding board. This is all over the internet and phone, since we live about 9 hours from one another. However, this past month I've been in her home state of Missouri visiting with her. And what have I

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The response has been nil on the writing prompts so I guess I won't give them anymore. Boo!The following is the opening scene from Book 1 of the Just Sam series: Inevitable~~~Every time I'm about to find something incredible, my body takes over, even when my mind knows it should proceed with caution. The scent in the air changes and my vision narrows to see nothing but the dirt before me. I know

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Writing Prompt:I didn't know what to do. Is there a social protocol for when someone's face starts falling off right in front of you?Update on me:I am on the road again--imagine that, wanderlust again. Jack Kerouac ain't got shit on me. ;)I am currently in Missouri with my BFF CoD. She is my muse and helps me edit my work as I write, so you'd think I'd be getting a shit load of writing done

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Writing Prompt:I looked into the green glass of the bottle in front of me and saw the one thing I never wanted to see reflected there. Now onto the blog:I'm probably not the best person to blog about how to write. My theory is basically "Just do it" and work out the kinks as you go along. This is a very long way to go about things but in the end I think it is the most creative and allows the

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A few weeks ago I posted a blog about how I was going to post writing prompts/challenges every week, then I completely forgot about it! How terrible is that? Granted the response was nil, but still, I really should've followed through.So here you go, the writing challenge of the week:To help with a pitch to an agent/editor write a haiku about the plot of your novelStandard format for a haiku is

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As some of you may know, I am completely rewriting book 1 of the Just Sam series.I'm doing this for several reasons:1. I'm a better writer now and editing is proving to be impossible2. Samantha's voice has changed in my head3. It is the first book I've ever written and I've worked some kinks out in my styleand most importantly...4. It has glaring plot gapsThe fourth is most important to me

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I stumbled upon this blog today. As an author who is inspiring to be published, and for those of you out there like me, it's appropriate to take a minute and reflect on what an editor wants. Of course they want someone who can write well, but what about the social niceties of the business? We don't often hear about that.Editorial Ass: What Makes a Dream Author

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It's been awhile since I've posted about the books I like to read, YA Fantasy in particular. YA Fantasy, and Urban Fantasy specifically, have become quite popular of late and my previous blog with series I like to read has received many hits, so I figured I'd update it a bit.Melissa De La Cruz: The Blue Bloods:The basics: Set in New York City, in this world the vampires are high class

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No, we aren't talking about me. Am I short? Yes. Sweet? Nope, more like walking plague at the moment. I woke up this morning feeling quite ill. I thought it was perhaps the rum and diets, or the strange shot someone bought for me, or perhaps even the jungle juice after the smoky bar closed but nope it's the plague. This plague has given me a new Indian name. I shall now be called Forever

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I'm instituting a new section of my weekly blog. I will be blogging a weekly writing tool. It could be a thought provoking question, a prompt, or other various writing exercises.The prompts I like the best are ones that are a sentence or two to be included in your answer to the prompt. Feel free to change words around, use it anywhere in the prompt, or forgo its use and simply use it as the

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Currently I am riding on a train to Chicago from my hometown of Kalamazoo. It is only a two and a half hour ride, but here I am, actually going somewhere and I'm able to write. With my back to the engine, I only see where we've been. It's strange for a control freak who has a gun fighter mentality—back to the wall/corner and front toward the door—to like having their back to their destination,

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I'm going to get a little new agey on all of you here. Prepare yourself as you deem necessary.I am a Virgo. Yup, the Eternal Virgin, which can basically mean we have a giant rod stuck up our asses from time to time. However... there is something else that softens this critical quality that we Virgos have. It's called being a mutable sign.Per Wikipedia:In astrology, the mutable signs (also

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I'm torn about whether critique groups are right for me. However, perhaps some of my experiences will help you, as a writer, to make your decision.Critique groups have done the following for me:-Clued me in to the mechanics of writing: i.e. my passive writing at timesNot only passive writing, but adding more sensory description, improper sentence structure, grammatical elements, shown me where I

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Okay, let me first point out that this blog in no way discriminates against the French. Lol It, indeed, is truly about frogs--you know the slimey, beady eyed, throat billowing frogs.Also... this blog is not connected to Fuck you Penguin, nor is it a homage. I am not talking about how cute frogs are, or how they are trying to take over the world... okay I lied about the last part.They are

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Okay the whole first half of the title is a big fat lie. I have no right to lump myself in with the greats and I have no idea what they are susceptible to, but it sounded good, didn't it?My BFF extraordinaire and coincidentally the Cheerleader of Doom (CoD)decided it would be best for her to blog on a specified day so that she can amass a readership. Brilliant idea I think. Unfortunately,

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I don't have a whole lot to say, as this piece speaks for itself. I will say this art form is incredible and I am quite inspired by this. It is profound. It makes me feel full and yet lacking at the same time. I feel happy, yet want to cry as well. To me, conflicting feelings are always a good indicator of amazing creation. I salute you, Kseniya Simonova.

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I'd like to believe that with practice and patience, all things are possible. But perhaps that isn't the case? Or perhaps I just don't have the damned patience to make it possible?While my patience with others is limited, patience with myself is downright nonexistent. I'd love to be able to not only play a musical instrument, but compose music as well. And yet I wasn't born a prodigy,

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Should the chance at a joke overpower my empathy? Probably not, but it did today...luckily my mom is used to it.Sometimes I'm such a brat. My dad went to take out the dog on a commercial break. I was eating a Dove chocolate... you know the kind with sweet little messages inside? My message said "Share a chocolate moment with someone you love."I read it aloud, then passed a chocolate to my mom,

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I'm having a hard time writing a scene. It's an action sequence which normally I don't have a problem with--however something bad is happening to Samantha in this scene. Maybe that's why I can't see it in my head...because I don't want to? Maybe I can't/won't/don't want to put myself in her place? As a filmmaker, I'm quite visual. I see everything first before I write it on the page. I can't

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Every few years or so I get this urge to contact old friends. It tends to be different friends every time. I wonder what stars align, hormones rise, or parts of my brain start working again to make this happen.While Facebook is potentially the worst time suck in the world, it is making keeping tabs on old friends and reconnecting that much easier. So while it forces me to plant raspberries on

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Damn, good news doesn't last long. Here I am, thinking I'm being all good and shit by blogging (it wasn't almost two years since my last blog ya know--hint hint) but that wasn't good enough. NOW I have to blog everyday. (no promises, that was sarcasm)You see ladies and gentleman, I have someone who is my whip cracker. I am not the whipping boy, no, I deserve the whippings, the beating, the

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It hasn't been a whole year since I last posted. It's only been 7 months and some change. Oh happy day! Some of you keen, savvy readers may have wondered what the last post, the crossroads was about. Some of you may believe that is has to do with something personal, decisions I need to make in my life... well duh. So what was it about and what path did I choose? The answer: I haven't yet.

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A woman comes to a crossroads, but isn't a perpendicular four way intersection. No roads here travel straight with clear directions. No, even the road behind her is skewed with twists, turns, hills, valleys, over hanging low branches, logs to jump over... she can't see where she's been and sometimes she feels like she was never there at all.There is only the present, only the crossroads. The

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