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Amy's Lane February: Space
Space By Amy Lane So, my husband, Mate, has attempted one home improvement project in the last six months: He has moved my desk from the kitchen table to the dump--I mean what used to be the dump...
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March's Amy's Lane: About Words
I love words—most writers do. There’s something magical that happens when both sides of a writer’s brain conjoin. The language centers and the imagination centers–which are in opposite...
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Amy's Lane April: Write What You Love
I was sort of taken aback by the question, and I shouldn’t have been.“How did you research the book Selfie, and what steps did you take to make it authentic?”My first thought (and I have had this one...
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Amy's Lane, May: Things I've Learned From Great Authors
So, in my past life I taught English—and loved it. I still make forays back into a classroom as a volunteer, but I do miss the familiar greeting of my friends in the giant English anthologies. Their...
View ArticleAmy's Lane June: Daisy
Daisyby Amy LaneI live a tiny life—most of us do, unless we’re traveling. But for most of us, work is a thing of routine. Even writers, whom many people assume simply write when the “muse” moves us,...
View ArticleAmy's Lane July: What's Wrong With the Box Again?
I’ll be honest. My first warning usually comes when a friend or a colleague says to me, “Oh, you’re so brave!”Sounds like a compliment, doesn’t it? Uh-huh. Brave—we all want to be brave, right?It...
View ArticleAmy's Lane: August--Bleed it Out
Teague was driving. He came up to me as we were loading up, holding up his iPod, which was loaded just like mine.“Bleed it Out?” he asked hopefully, and I grinned. I don’t know what I looked like, but...
View ArticleAmy's Lane September/October--Constant Craving
You know that moment I’m talking about.The one where you have eaten nothing but non-fat protein and un-buttered broccoli for going on three days in a row, and suddenly you see it: That perfect...
View ArticleAmy's Lane November: Drawing From the Well of Soul
Once upon a time, I was seven years old. My parents had just split up, my dad didn’t get back from work for a couple of hours, and the rule was, I didn’t go out and play unless he was home and knew...
View ArticleGuest Post for Ever After-- Romance and You
The thing is, no teacher ever bothered to connect the dots for us.“And today,” the teacher would say, “we are going to learn about the romances of King Arthur!”“So,” we would reply, “like my mother’s...
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