Back when my children were babies, they got to an age where people suggested a “lovey,” a transitional object, meant to give the little guys something to snuggle with that isn’t my husband, me, or more accurately, my boobs. Often,…
It has come to the attention of the Dead Darlings Editorial team that our website is a source for writers wanting to know what to wear to a Writers’ Cocktail Party. While we normally prefer to confine our content to…
By guest contributor, Sharon Bially. Years ago I began fiddling around with a work-in-progress known, for lack of a better title, as My Life. It was all very preliminary: some vague thoughts about where the story might lead; some images…
At some point, I took the plunge and told people that I’m a writer — without any unnecessary adjectives like “aspiring” or “terrible.” Unfortunately, now that people know, they ask me about it during parties and gynecological exams*. Let’s be honest,…
Someday, someone you know will get their novel published. If you take enough workshops and hang around with people who write long enough, it’s almost inevitable. If you’re lucky, it will be a truly lovely human being who has serious…