Karen DeLabar

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  • Back to Reading

    Leave it up to me to make a liar out of myself. Two weeks ago I posted a story about my love of reading entitled Books, Books, Books…And Books. In the post I shared my love of the written word and how I can knock back between 5 and 8 books a week. I'm ashamed to say…

  • Where Have All the Words Gone?

    This is something I've never had to deal with before and its freaking me out. Here I sit with my computer before me all ready to lay down the words that have been living inside my mind for the past four weeks. I'm ready to give a voice to the dark haired man with eyes…

  • Twitter: An Online Support Group For Writers

    Last week I reviewed a book by Steve Umstead, a writer I met on Twitter. I don't remember how I started following him, but I'm glad I did. Steve would tweet about the book he published and with his every tweet I got a little more curious about the novel. Even though the story was…

  • Books, Books, Books…And Books

    If you told me three years ago that I would read between 5 and 8 books a week I would laugh uncontrollably to the point that bladder control would become a huge issue. As an English major I would read between 8 and 12 books a semester, so after four years well, you do the…

  • My Escape to Panera

    If you follow me on the Have Coffee .Will Write blog you know that last week was a tough week for me as a mom and a writer. I was fed up with trying to do everything for everyone and not having any time for myself as a writer. I have to say that the…

  • What Do Non-Irish People Do On St. Patrick's Day?

    We drink, duh. Before I continue with my post you're probably a little confused about the above statement in reference to the title. You're most likely thinking, “She's not Irish? But she has red hair?” And a temper so watch it. No, ladies and gentlemen, I'm not Irish, there is no Irish in me no…

  • My Writing Environment

    When I think of writers sitting down in their offices to write their next bestseller I don't picture a dining room table littered with Barbie dolls, play food, notebooks, sippy cups and used tissues. But alas, that is my office. We bought this old house back in 2005, before kids, before dogs, before I knew…