Books - Tricia Lott Williford

Blogging to Build Your Platform

by Tricia Lott Williford | Mar 30, 2020 | Books, Think Like An Artist, TLW, Writing, You Can Do This

In the writing world, your “Platform” is the broad term for “the people who listen to you.” The size of your platform matters quite a lot to publishers. After all, if they’re going to invest in your writing and give you a contract, they...

I Have Something to Tell You: I Wrote A Novel.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Mar 27, 2020 | Books, Quotables, TLW, Writing

Strapp held his wife’s hand as he drove, stealing glances at the photograph she held. This was the only picture they had of their son, a photo they received from their social worker. The boy looked to be about six years old, and he had dark skin, darker eyes, and...

Scribbling in the Dark

by Tricia Lott Williford | Jan 3, 2020 | Books, Think Like An Artist, Writing

“Mom, is that what you’re wearing?” They are teenagers now – one teen and one almost-teen – and they take great interest or offense in what I am wearing. “This is what I am wearing,” I say, side glancing his way as I drop a...

Notes on a Life

by Tricia Lott Williford | Dec 12, 2019 | Books, Quotables

“I was reading a book a few weeks ago – I like to read first thing in the morning these days, with my coffee. So I was reading the book and I went to take a sip of coffee and I spilled on the book. I got all upset: ‘Now look! I ruined the book! Now...

You’re Invitied to the Tattered Cover This Saturday!

by Tricia Lott Williford | Nov 21, 2019 | Books, Events, Just You Wait, My Family, Peter

If you’re in the Denver area this weekend, I’d love to see you on Saturday as The Tattered Cover at Aspen Grove hosts the first reading and signing of Just. You. Wait. If you don’t have a book, you can get one. If you do have a book, I’d love...

“I Just Peed.”

by Tricia Lott Williford | Oct 17, 2019 | Books, I Am Ridiculous, Quotables, Think Like An Artist

We were in the car one day. The radio was on. The air conditioning was blowing at me. All three men of mine were talking or singing. The boys were playing some version of physical jackassery horseplay in the backseat. In total exasperation, I reached forward and...