Tag Archive: manuscript

Evolve

So I thought I’d take a walk this morning. I love walking ,as you know, and though the weather was not ideal, I longed to be moving outside. But today, careful footing was… Continue reading

In the Lull

In the Lull before it starts, before the storm, I sit and wait in the lull. Before the rush, before the rise, I strain and gaze. In the Lull before it moves, before… Continue reading

Overwriting

My wordy words are too be sliced, My heart a piece it goes, to turn a manuscript to book, to hear how it all flows,   Is painstaking at best you see. It’s… Continue reading

Ready to Mark

“Celebrate milestones. Always. The end of a first draft. The end of a book. The start of a new one. Be kind to yourself. Be your own cheerleader…” Hazel Gaynor   Clouded in… Continue reading

Novel Update: The Epilogue

Well, it’s done. Again. Last Chapter and Epilogue have been turned over to my editor. The Novel, Fallout (working title), is written. It’s a very emotional moment, writing “End” and pressing SEND. It’s… Continue reading

Awaiting

hidden a voice waiting to be unlocked to the world beyond set free for hearts to feel   Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Thursday, July 6, 2017. Image: Floating Door by P.A. Moore.

Novel Update#24: In the Conversation

Last weekend I attended an annual local authors’ festival that I hadn’t been to in years. Wow, how times have changed. When I used to show up to these events, I barely knew the… Continue reading

Clawing

Out there I see it i want it beyond and “RIGHT THERE!” grip falters slipping again plunging climbing living raising holding head directing the show nails cling to the edge an ever-moving drop falling… Continue reading

Infusing the Un-crutched

Recently I happily celebrated another birthday. This one was truly special since I was able to mark it on two feet. My broken ankle is, for the most part, healed up and I… Continue reading

Set forth the flare

Magic and Mystery blended in one gazing potential eager to run with it before me nameless its grown anxious for fire something I’ll hone make more and push me jump up and soar… Continue reading