Christine Rose

Category: Personal

  • European Writing Retreat!

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    Today I’m off to Europe for seven week, hopefully to get a novel written. The podcasts will post as normal on Fridays, but the rest may be a bit more sporadic. Do bear with me. I’ll still have internet access, of course, and if there is a topic on which you’d like me to write,…

  • Jane Jetsonitis

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    They year was 1981. I was a little 11-year-old girl, and I loved to watch The Jetsons, well, seemed like every day. I loved that show, perhaps a bit of my SciFi Geek coming out phosphorescently. In a world where I had to do such outrageous things as empty the dishwasher, vacuum the living room,…

  • Careful, You’ll End Up in my Novel

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    Writers write what they know. Even if your story is set in a fictional, futuristic dystopian society, the characters’ behaviors and traits reflect what the writer knows. What the writer has experienced or witnessed. This past Christmas, my mother gifted me with a tea towel that reads “Careful, You’ll End Up In My Novel,” and…

  • What Joss Whedon Taught Me About Storytelling

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    In 2009, Colleen Lindsay wrote a blog about what Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse could teach novelists about hooking readers. Good article. Really true, too. The art of storytelling has changed over the years. Our attention spans, as a collective audience, have shortened. Colleen’s post is mostly about how Dollhouse took a few episodes (like seven, according…

  • In Loving Memory…

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    Yesterday an amazing and kind man left this earth. Benjamin Somerlot was only 28 years old. He bravely fought a rare and painful form of bone cancer called Ewing’s Sarcoma for the past two years. The last few months of this life were spent in excruciating pain, but he never complained. He was always more…

  • Happy <3 Day!

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    Twelve years ago today Ethan proposed to me. He stood in the tiny kitchen in our little cabin in the woods of Northern California and asked me to be his wife. He presented me with this teeny tiny emerald ring. All nervous, he was so adorable. I, of course, said yes. Sometimes I look back…