Anne Rice: The Writing Process [Part 6]

Anne Rice – The Writing Process [Part 6]

But, what is her writing process? Does she plan out her stories or let the characters take her where they will? The “Anne Rice Examiner” decided to ask the author these questions and more. Her answers, as always, are honest, insightful and provide the reader and fledgling writer with a treasure trove of useful information and a greater sense of Anne Rice, the writer.

And now, Anne Rice:

6 – Do you believe the indie author is under more or less pressure to produce a perfectly edited book or do you think there audience doesn’t expect the same standards that they do from a mainstream author?

anne_riceIndie authors have to produce a perfectly edited book. Readers require a near perfectly edited book for them to sink into it and enjoy it or accept it as a professional product. If readers are confronted with errors in spelling, grammar, formatting etc., they simply cannot enjoy the book. They begin to see it as unfinished, not professional, etc. They can’t get swept up in it, can’t believe it, can’t love it. So indie authors have to manage to do what the big New York houses do, and that means hiring a skilled editor to do the copy editing, and skilled people to get formatting perfect. There are so many little things. Like do you cap H for heaven and hell in casual speech? Do you cap “S” when you refer to the sheriff, or p for policeman, and so forth. Have you spelled all the names of cities right? Have you been consistent with the hair and eye color of your cast of characters? You want your manuscript to look absolutely professional. I think indie authors know this now, and they’re taking the time to get their work into perfect shape. More and more indie editors are offering their services. —– Nevertheless errors still pop up in New York published books and in indie books. And the great thing about indie work today is you can catch those. You can correct your kindle version after you get an email from a reader on a problem. You can correct your print on demand book. It’s kind of wonderful.

“Awareness of…”

The A-Z Writing Challenge I recreated a writing challenge I found on a fellow blog mates Post. I modified the Challenge. The First Challenge was ‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Challenge #1 – ‘A dark and stormy night…’ A new phrase will appear every Monday with a new #. With the new weekly phrase write a [Story, Poem, Essay, Flash Fiction, Letter*, etc…] using the prompt as the beginning of the first sentence and each following sentence is to begin with the next letter of the alphabet.’B’ and ‘C’ and so on. I hope you will find this a fun Challenge and a Good Time Playing with the alphabet and awakening the creative in all of us. [If you decide you want to write in the form of a letter, the Dear Whomever does not count as part of the A-Z first line].

'a' to 'z' writing prompt poster #11

The ‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Challenge #11 – “Awareness of…”



A new Writing Prompt will appear on Mondays on ‘the secret keeper’ & posted in your email early Monday @2:05am EDT East Coast USA. The Challenge will close Late Sunday Afternoon @5pm NYC Time. Then the next Challenge will be Posted at the above day and time.

CHALLENGE #1: The first of The ‘A’ to ‘Z’ Writing Prompt Challenge #1 – “A dark and stormy night…”and all others will be Posted on ‘the secret keeper’ Available on Mondays @2:05am EDT East Coast NYC USA Time.


“I think I fell in love with her…”

Kroyer, Severin - Les Roses

Kroyer, Severin – Les Roses

“I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End

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Remembrance: Marcel Proust – Part 8

Remembrance: Marcel Proust

Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”


Part 8

“People who are
not in love
fail to understand
how an intelligent man
can suffer
because of
a very ordinary woman.
This is like
being surprised
that anyone
should be stricken
with cholera
because of a creature
so insignificant
as the common bacillus.”
― Marcel Proust

Marcel_Proust_(Père_Lachaise) side by side hotel - grave

“If You Forget Me”

camp fire great for poem

“If You Forget Me”

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

~ Pablo Neruda ~