Oh my goodness. Has it truly been a month since I've posted? I swear, I still care about you, dear blog! I mean, dear readers! Imagine, if you will, an all-encompassing pressure weighing down on you. You wake up thinking about it, stump around all day thinking about it, and go to bed thinking...that you… Continue reading Pitching and Pressure
Author: Jacinta Meredith
Faithful Christian, Hopeful Writer, Hopeless Romantic.
Figuring out the Pitch
All right, y'all. I know this is early. But at least I'm posting. So, this is going to be a nitty gritty, in-depth post that will not be of use or interest to most of you. However, since I don't really have a writing partner, and I feel like I need some accountability/help as I… Continue reading Figuring out the Pitch
Rewrite Complete!
Well, I did it, people. Yup, finally finished rewriting A Picture of the Past! Oh, don't get me wrong--there is still a ton of work to do. Since my "editing" turned into "rewriting", there is still actual editing to do, and I cringe to think how long that will take! You know what this rewrite… Continue reading Rewrite Complete!
Most Cordially I Hate You
In honor of the Humboldt river, which my fictional family is approaching, I leave you with two poems written by emigrants to honor the Humboldt: I HATE YOU Meanest and muddiest, filthiest stream, most cordially I hate you; Meaner and muddier still you seem since the first day I met you. Your namesake better was… Continue reading Most Cordially I Hate You
Prologue – Sneak Peak
I've been buckling down hard on Picture of the Past, hence the reason I missed last week's post AND yesterday's post. And since my brain is still too full of forts and Platte rivers, and buffalo chips to come up with anything interesting, below is a 500 word excerpt of what I'm working on -… Continue reading Prologue – Sneak Peak
When all hope is gone
I exited the window onto the fire escape only to lunge backwards as a giant mouthful of teeth came at me. I pressed as far away as the railing would let me, too terrified to even scream, let alone cry. The bear's nose and mouth were wrinkled together in a ghastly snarl, accentuating the glistening… Continue reading When all hope is gone
Revision, Revision, Revision
"We are camped at a little place called Rock Creek Station....I’m told our last few stops were only recently established and so we should be grateful for the additional provisions we have been able to obtain, as previous travelers did not have that privilege. As if there were anything to ever be grateful for out… Continue reading Revision, Revision, Revision
More jottings
I know I missed Wednesday. But I had company, which I'm considering a good excuse. I'm too short on time to really do an in-depth post, and I'm not sure I have much to say right now anyway. So, I'm going to do exactly what I did last week, and pull something from one of… Continue reading More jottings
Random Jottings
I'll be honest. I have nothing new to say today. Still researching (though less frustrated). Still editing (very slow). So instead I'm going to share one of my completely random jottings from my equivalent of one of Emily's (of New Moon) Jimmy books. I don't think there was any actual point to it when I… Continue reading Random Jottings
Editing Rant
Uuuuugggghhhhhh! Like my character as hordes of mosquitoes attack her on the trail, I, too, want to cry out in frustration. Guys--you can do years, years, of research on a subject and still not know the full scope of the subject. You all know how long I've been studying the Oregon-California Trail, and STILL--STILL, I… Continue reading Editing Rant
Forest Idylls 