The emails are coming in! The ideas are getting written down. Oh, the time of the year where everything seems to be rushing on a time clock. There isn't much time left, but there's so much to do. And, gosh, it's almost November already? It's about time to write a novel on top of that! … Continue reading It’s THAT time of year again
On the first day of class, eighteen students sat in a circle, facing each other as awkward as can be. We didn't really look at each other, and most of us had no idea what we were doing there. Our teacher leaned forward and turned to look at each of us. She asked how long … Continue reading Can you stop writing – take a break – for “too long”?
It may just seem like time flies by, running away from us. Every day we're closer to the end but not closer to our dreams. Or are we? Does our chance to accomplish something decrease with age? Not really. Many writers first publish after they're 30 or 50-years-old. Sometimes we forget that our heroes are … Continue reading We have a chance
Sometimes we can't write and that's okay. Writing is a complex and draining process. It can be a brutal procedure at times when someone writes almost every day. Instead, it may be better to curl up into a ball with a warm blanket. Especially during a busy time, writing gets sore and tiring. Writing is … Continue reading Writers can’t always write
I stopped reading when I was about six. That’s strange to say, right? Here I am: a storyteller, a writer. But I also have a tough past with reading. Around first grade, I got tired of those reading tests. I hated reading something just to get asked hard comprehension questions. I didn’t understand any of … Continue reading What book saved me?
I used to believe that monsters lived under my bed. They loved scaring me in the dark. “That’s where they stay,” Society told me. “Where they belong.” But Society also ordered me to keep my stomach flat so people would like me. Short hair was for men. Lesbian. I couldn’t drive. I couldn’t lift anything … Continue reading Real monsters
Writing every day used to be an ideal, a goal. I thought I must be getting somewhere if I improved my skill every day. I had to be. How else was I going to get better? I'd write even if it wasn't good writing. To practice was to improve. It didn't matter what was on … Continue reading Writing every day