Liz Durano

Saturday Distractions

Day three of no laptop/computer and so far, I’m still… sane. Well, maybe I was a bit cranky last night but it helps to have an iPad and a few wireless keyboards to make sure you still hit… Read More

You Do You, Liz

Yesterday I thought I was on a roll. I had written 1700 words of the new story even amidst the craziness that comes after Christmas. I had my heroine, filled with so much angst I thought I’d hit… Read More

The Things He Left Behind #nationalpoetrymonth

the things he left behind sit on his favorite desk masculine and so refined, so tempting; it’s hard to resist touching them beneath my fingers, feeling the cold steel and worn leather everything reminding me of him and… Read More

Just As Beautiful (A Short Story)

Now that I’ve recovered from the consequences of high expectations (last post), I’m returning to the things that make me happy and that’s writing stories and being inspired by beautiful people (beautiful both on the inside and the… Read More

A Writer’s Muse

Of all my heroes, Dax Drexel is the top readers’ favorite over any other character I’ve written before. He’s a master carpenter and woodworker with a show room on Seventh Avenue, thanks to his father’s business acumen. He’s… Read More

Tied to You #MusicMonday

I’ve got a few posts coming up but first, this is one of the songs that is not letting go of me this morning. It usually means a story’s coming up from characters already set inside my head… Read More

Revisiting Old Muses

Before I learned all about the alleged importance of writing to market, I wrote from the heart.  I still do although it usually starts as a tug of war inside my head that goes like this: Business me:… Read More

Finding Truth in Stories

A few readers have asked me who my inspiration for Dr. Harlow James in my novel, Everything She Ever Wanted, was – if I had one.  And I sure did have someone in mind, a few in fact…. Read More

October is Pregnancy & Infant Loss Awareness Month

I was about seventeen when my mother had a miscarriage.  She’d recently remarried and she and my stepfather were very excited about her pregnancy.  At seventeen, I was more concerned about parties and drinking and being cool to… Read More