Mary Lamphere
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Binge-watching is nothing new. Folks have been doing it–well, since it became available. Sidebar: Can you believe there was a time when you couldn’t watch whatever you wanted whenever you wanted? When you actually had to *gasp* wait until a show was broadcast?! And then *gasp* sit through commercials?! And if you missed it when
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We are barely into the second half of the year and already we’ve suffered too many deaths. Famous people, yes. It’s always a shame when our idols depart. But closer to home, it has been a tragic year. For people. And pets. Maybe that took you by surprise? I care that too many pets have
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I have been cleaning house lately–by which I mean, deleting email subscriptions. The default email that I use every time you need to provide an address was exploding on a daily basis with mail I have no interest in and will never get to. The bunches of spam were clogging the occasional important stuff, so
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We went to see Baby Driver last week. It’s about a young, extremely talented driver, busted for boosting the car of a wicked crime boss, who is then at the mercy of the bad guy while he makes reparations for his transgression. Baby, the driver, suffers from tinnitus, a constant ringing in his ears which
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I love the play on the letter/word “I”. Me, myself, and I are definitely for independence, but when it comes to this entry in The Writer’s Alphabet, I is for Identity. and Issues.
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Continuing The Writer’s Alphabet: Yes, writers are committed. Or they should be.
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Want to be a writer? Then write. Please note: When it comes to writing, THERE ARE NO RULES. Only style. And consistency.* That is all. *Inconsistency is not a style.
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Thou dost live many thousand lives in one, A collection of all things Mary me. Contacts, numbers, pictures, texts, more history Saved to the phone and not the sim card, all gone. Dead you are and unable to revive, Inaccessible even to the pros. Tried and tired, attach here, plug in there No life! No
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As a published author and member of CWA, I was able to sell my book, Pocket Money, at the Chicago Printer’s Row Lit Fest. HOW COOL IS THAT?! Because Pocket Money takes place in 1992, a time before time, eons
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We’re just cruising through The Writer’s Alphabet now! Writers may not always start out this way, there are definitely steps of acceptance for critique, but eventually we get there and our work is better for it. Our future readers thank you, too.
MARY LAMPHERE AUTHOR 