S.D. Livingston has over 160 articles, editorials, reviews, and features published, many during her three years as Managing Editor for The Voice Magazine.
Although most of her time is now happily consumed writing novels, her list of published articles continues to grow with "Write Stuff," a weekly freelance column on whatever strikes her literary fancy, from book reviews to musings on the rapid changes in e-book technology.
Check back throughout August and September as we add plenty of article content here for you to enjoy!
Write Stuff - Patrons and Pages
The question of corporate influence and creative process is a good one. But is it new? Hardly. In fact, the battle between pages and patrons has been going on for centuries (read this article at The Voice Magazine).
Write Stuff - Easy Peasy
Next time someone asks about paying the bills as a writer, I’ll tell him it’s rewarding. That it’s one of the most fulfilling careers I can imagine. That if he’s serious, he should start working toward it right away and not let anyone or anything dissuade him. But the one thing I won’t do is tell him it’s easy (read this article at The Voice Magazine).
Write Stuff - Words and Wealth
That was a pretty exciting collision of events that got started in the 1600s, wasn’t it? You know, back when technology levelled the playing field of the written word, making it something for rich and poor alike. But today, as technology races onward, I can’t help wondering: will the cool new digital advances split readers into haves and have-nots once again? (read this article at The Voice Magazine).
Write Stuff - New Friends
I'm confused about e-books. Not the general idea of them, or even their various formats or platforms. No, the confusing thing about e-books is why so many people scorn them and grieve the decline of paper books (read this article at The Voice Magazine).
Write Stuff - Seven Stories
If everything old really is new again, including the stories we tell, does it really matter? (read this article at The Voice Magazine).
Books I Remember
Plop. A tear splashed onto the page, drowning the blue sky in a puddle of salty anguish. Splash. Another joined it, swimming together as they dissolved onto the page. I watched as my son's large brown six-year-old eyes spilled over with helplessness and frustration. "I can't do it!" he said. "I'll never be able to read!" . . .
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