Photo credit by Sarah Potter Scrape Off The Day: The Unwritten Rules for Women Medical Students. by T. Delaplain, MD Always be more than prepared; know the common, the obscure, the zebras and the pearls. Don't be wrong; that's a luxury. Never flinch or duck; your male colleague will always see it. Blend in but stand out.... Continue Reading →
Great writing advice. Use what you know but don’t only write what you know.
One of my favourite authors is here on my blog today.
After reading Evie Gaughan’s wonderful book, The Mysterious Bakery on Rue de ParisI nearly caught a ferry over to the West Coast of Ireland to meet her in person. This is what good books can make you do. Seriously, you write a cracking novel and you might find your readers doing strange things. I did wonder how Evie would react to having a mad blonde book fan turn up, unannounced, on her doorstep, begging for an author selfie, a signed copy of her book, a guided tour of her hometown, an intense discussion about why she wrote her amazing book, a nose around her attic, where she writes and a cup of tea with cake. So I settled for the next best thing, a guest blog post. *Sigh*
Without further ado, please welcome Irish author, Evie Gaughan.
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Photo prompt @Dale Rogerson A second story for Friday Fictioneers especially for DR. I know he's out there. Changing the Chorus by T. Delaplain Regardless of the tempo or cadence, the chorus remained the same, "I'm not ready." Their coffee dates and long lunches were punctuated by stiff hugs and brief stolen kisses; neither knowing... Continue Reading →
Photo courtesy of Dale Rogerson's real life and completely unrelated to my fictional tale, in case you were worried. Welcome Neighbor by T. Delaplain A soft cough and a flash of Sunday best fabric announced the committee's arrival; midwestern hospitality and a basket of freshly baked welcome. She stopped unpacking the life she no longer... Continue Reading →
Photo credit: Janet Webb Glass Houses By T. Delaplain Helen's world was shrink wrapped, the glass house he provided kept her well contained. "A safe haven", he had promised at the altar. What once felt manageable was now stifling. Her life had become so small that she could feel the glass above, beside and beneath... Continue Reading →
Bless me Fictioneeers, it's been two months since my last flash fiction. *sigh* I have been in Internet hell. I've had more trouble getting Internet in rural California than I did in rural Mexico. Huh? Other excuses worth mentioning: I'm basically an angst driven writer and I'm too chillaxed living at the lake house. It's... Continue Reading →
Bestowing my son Patrick's hood at his graduation from the University of Nevada School of Medicine. This essay was originally published in “Doctoring in Nevada” in the History of Medicine Series through Greasewood Press at the University of Nevada School of Medicine. You may have seen Jimmy Kimmel's monologue about his newborn son who suffered... Continue Reading →
Photo credit @ Sandra Crook from her travels down the French waterways. A Sequel for Mr. Edwards by T. Delaplain It had been Mr. Edwards idea to help Renee write "his" sequel from the quant château in Provence. In fact the sequel had been entirely his idea. The promise had been extorted from her during... Continue Reading →
Photo Credit @Liz Young A Mother's Reward by T. Delaplain Seven lay resting: too early, too late, born still, the measles, poisoned blood. Those that God left, the Great War took away. Wandering through the stones and crosses stepping over a fresh mound of turned soil through a haze of lilies, she offered praise and... Continue Reading →