by Lynn H. Blackburn @LynnHBlackburn One of my family’s favorite things to do is to ride the Virginia Creeper Trail. Built on an old railroad bed, the Virginia Creeper Trail offers a unique biking experience. Seventeen miles. Downhill. Really. [tweet_box design="default" float="none" inject="@LynnHBlackburn on @BRMCWC #writerslife #pubtips"]Where are you on…

by A.C. Williams @ACW_Author Writers are weird. We see the world through a different lens than most people. Every interaction, every surprise, every event in our lives becomes fodder for a story. We keep track of distant memories in exacting detail. We notice the things everyone else dismisses. Whether we…

by Katy Kauffman @KatyKauffman28 I have a confession. I like to take pictures of my shoes. I don’t have a shoe fetish, just a travel one. When I go somewhere new, I like to take a picture of my feet on the unique paths I discover—cobblestone streets, mosaic sidewalks, bricked…

By Cherrilynn Bisbano @bisbanowrites I keep getting interrupted when I talk, and it hurts. The words echoed in my head as I blurted out my opinion while the other person spoke. “You didn’t let me finish .” She yelled. “Well, you keep cutting me off too,” I said. We both…

by Rhonda Rhea @RhondaRhea My thighs (as I’m trying on size 4 jeans): What year do you think this is? Me (groaning and straining to get into those jeans): All I had for lunch was a baked potato. Thighs: With six pats of butter and about a quarter pound of bacon…

By DiAnn Mills @DiAnnMills Our ancestors struggled to develop language and communication skills. I imagine the beginnings of those grunts were emotionally motivated. Ugh! A dinosaur is coming. Ah. The scent of a spring morning. Mmm. The food smells good. Ohhhh. I hurt Over time, words grew out of necessity…