I grew up with pine trees outside my bedroom window. For eleven years, I fell asleep listening to the branches and needles swoosh in the breeze coming off the mountains. The wind is an everyday occurrence on the eastern slopes of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. It starts to blow around three in the afternoon and … Continue reading The Smell of Home
In this whole novel writing process, I’ve learned a whole new term – story world. What happened to plain old setting? I teach high school English and one of the basic standards is that a story takes place in a setting ie. it has a place, a time, and a mood. However, novelists apparently don’t … Continue reading Story world? What happened to plain old setting?