Hello my favorite little munchkins. How are you all doing? I am doing okay. Really don’t want to be back at school but hey I have to. We are getting so close to YallWest and I am SO HAPPY AND EXCIETED. I CAN’T WAIT TO GO.
I was able to interview the author Laurie Winter and I already review one of here books and If you want to check it out click HERE.
Anyways, Why don’t we get into this post.
About the Author:
Laurie Winter is a true warrior of the heart. Inspired by her dreams, she creates authentic characters who overcome the odds and find true love. She keeps her life balanced with regular yoga practice and running. When not pounding the pavement or the keyboard, she’s enjoying time with her family, who are scattered between Wisconsin and Michigan. Laurie has three kids and one fantastic husband, all who inspire her to chase her dreams.
Do you believe in writer’s block?
I do and I don’t. Not helpful, you say? Well, let me clarify.
I’ve never experienced a long bout of writer’s block. The times when I’ve had trouble
moving a story forward have only lasted a day or so. I’m lucky (or unlucky) to have a
brain that doesn’t stop problem solving until I’ve cleaned up the mess, even when I’m
asleep. I also feel fortunate to have written stories that have told themselves inside my
head. For the most part, I transcribe what my characters tell me.
But the times I did get stuck, I quickly realized the issue wasn’t ‘writer’s block’,
the issue was with the story. Something wasn’t working, and that’s why I couldn’t move
forward. I went backward and found the point where the wheels started coming off the
wagon. Then, (and this part is hard) I’d delete sections/scenes until I found a spot where
the ideas began spinning again.
So my advice to writers who are suffering from writer’s block—sometimes you
need to go backward to move ahead. And sometimes you just need time away from
your project to clear your head. Go take a walk or have coffee with a friend. Frustration
is the enemy of creativity. Listen to your mind and body. And then, sit down with your
computer and write!
You can find and contact Laurie Winter here:
The kickboxing class started out innocently enough. A few burpees and sit-ups, and then each participant took turns on the bag. One would hold while the other performed kick-punch combos. After thirty minutes, Drew was winded and dripping with sweat. Molly, on the other hand, looked like she was getting warmed up.
“Time to spar,” the teacher called out.
They picked up their gear and moved to an open spot on the mat.
Molly held the padded kick shield in front of her body. “Put up or shut up,” she said with a glint in her eyes.
The corners of her mouth turned up in a wicked smile. The first few he took easy, since he didn’t want to send her flying across the mat.
After a minute, Molly lowered the pad. “Seriously? Don’t hold back. Show me what you’ve got.”
No matter how much he wanted to spare Molly’s body, his male ego rose to the challenge. His next combination should have landed her on her rear, but she held her ground. With every blow, a smile grew on her pretty face. He couldn’t help but stare, so he wasn’t paying attention when she swept her foot underneath him and sent him sprawling onto the mat.
“You’re daydreaming.” Molly cocked her head and stared down.
“You don’t fight fair.” His lungs were caught in a battle between breathing and laughing.
“Of course not.” She reached to take his hand and pulled him back onto his feet. “I grew up with five older brothers. That is the definition of not fair.”
“Wow. Five brothers.”
“Yeah, wow. It’s a miracle I survived.”
“I think you could have survived ten brothers,” he said. “No wonder you decided to go into law enforcement, and why you don’t take crap from anyone.”
Molly tossed him the kick shield and slipped on her gloves. “Some people thought my brothers spoiled me.” Her foot connected with the pad. “Just the opposite. They pushed me to keep up. I hated being left behind.”
A pink boxing glove pounded the pad in his hands. Drew planted his feet and tried to hold firm. “You ever spar for real?”
“I have, but it’s been awhile. You don’t have as much fun when you’re punched in the face at full force. I teach a women’s self-defense class at the community center.” She executed another kick-punch combo.
The action forced him to slide slightly. He hoped she didn’t notice. Of course she did, and a spark of amusement lit her brown eyes. “My my, Molly.” Heat spread across his face and down his body. “Aren’t you full of surprises?”