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Dawn Quyle Landau
Mother, Writer, treasure hunter, aging red head, and sushi lover. This is my view on life, "Straight up, with a twist––" because life is too short to be subtle! Featured blogger for Huffington Post, and followed on Twitter by LeBron James– for reasons beyond my comprehension.
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Tag Archives: Weekly Writing Challenge
This week is my is 27th wedding anniversary. We got married on Valentine’s day, 27 years ago, after dating for four years. There’s some irony for me in the Weekly Writing Challenge prompt “My Funny Valentine”: we asked the pianist … Continue reading
“She said what?” Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue
“The problem with figuring out realistic, tight dialogue,” Piper continued, “is knowing your character. If you really know who your character is—what they think and how they act, it’s a lot easier to understand … Continue reading
A Bonus, Love Story
I’m writing this for the Weekly Writing Challenge: Characters. Check it out and give it a try. Her scent often announced her presence, long after she’d come and gone. Shalimar and cigarette smoked lingered in any room where she’d been, … Continue reading