TLW - Tricia Lott Williford

“Elephant Steps” and “Poetry = Green Guitar”

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 29, 2020 | Let's Talk Soon Podcast, On the Air, Rob Lott, TLW

“You start this time,” he said. I groaned audibly. “OF course you would say that.” “I have to confess something to you right from the top… this is the day, maybe like every day, that I think I have nothing to offer to the world. I...

We are Launching a PODCAST today!

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 27, 2020 | Let's Talk Soon Podcast, TLW

My brother and I have been working on a little something during quarantine, and we are excited to set this little bird free to fly today. I could tell you paragraphs about how much fun we hare having, how he makes me laugh in every single episode, how we are exploring...

Syndicated is a Wonderful Word.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 9, 2020 | On the Air, TLW, Writing, You Can Do This

So many new things are happening in these crazy times, you guys. Like the fact that I seem to have become a homeschooling mom who bakes pies and walks several miles a day. It’s like that game on Facebook where you’re supposed to post a status that makes...

When You Just Can’t Wait Another Day

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 7, 2020 | Just You Wait, My Faith, On the Air, TLW

Don’t you love when a great podcast pops up in your feed? My friends Juli and Hannah invited me to join them on Authentic Intimacy waaaay back in December. (Hannah was even wearing the most charming Christmas sweater on the day of our dialogue.) But it’s...

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...