Writing - Tricia Lott Williford

Happy Birthday, And Life Comes Back.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Feb 23, 2021 | And Life Comes Back, Think Like An Artist, TLW, Writing

This little book turns Seven Years Old this week. She’s basically a first grader, out in the real world, tying her shoes and reading books on her own. I’d like for you to please notice Tucker, working the line and meeting the people. Now, please notice...

It’s Not a Word – Yet.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Oct 21, 2020 | Books, For Real?, I Am Ridiculous, Think Like An Artist, TLW, Writing

“Tarbled.” adjective: wind-blown; lacking precision but compensating in charm; messy but cute. ~ ~ ~ “I am a lover of messy people; a tarbled mom of two teenage boys who are likely late to school and wearing mismatched socks; I have been known to absent-mindedly...

Today, I Said Thank You.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Sep 19, 2020 | Broken Foot Summer, Life As A Mom, On My Mind, Parenting, Peter, Pictures, Writing

Today, I said thank you to the Starbucks barista who made my Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew, even though she is complicit in my addiction. I won’t press charges as long as she keeps making that goodness that unabashedly defines autumn for my soul. Today, I said thank...

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...

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...