Cynthia Harrison
Novelist
Year: 2013
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A Room of My Own
As if I had not borrowed enough from Virginia Woolf, now the title of this blog and the title of this post are both hers. Wish I had a husband like Mr. Woolf, who opened his own small press to publish his wife’s books. But anyway, I have a different husband, as previous post indicates. And yet he…
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Partners?!
My husband, the notorious Al, does not read my blog, so I feel free to complain about him here. He has FB spies, but they don’t read my blog, either. By the way, thank you for reading. Sharon. and John:) Possibly Micki. This morning when I woke up, it was pitch dark, and I was alone in…
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Dancing on a Chair
I used to be one of those little-known authors who bemoaned her lack of reviews. Why did this other writer I knew have a hundred and I only had three? Well, I think I know why now. It doesn’t have much to do with courting book bloggers on Twitter, although that helps a smidge. I’ve…
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Series Situation
I’ve noticed that everyone seems to be writing series these days. They’re not anything new, but seem to be picking up traction. Or maybe it just feels that way because I’m working on Book Two of a series after having written several stand-alone novels. Yesterday, members of my critique group, especially the member who was not in the group for the critique…
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Life as a Blonde
My husband once said to me “I have always loved blondes, but I knew I’d marry a brunette.” When we were dating, I was a bottle blonde, which, because I colored from a box, was really more like a strawberry blonde. He knew my natural color was many shades darker. So, he got both his wishes. He also…