I found a great quote from Sarah Anderson, and I thought I'd repeat it for all my fellow artists out there: It's okay to be a late bloomer. Everyone moves at their own pace. The pressure to do things at a specific time in your life takes away the vital space and thoughtfulness needed to … Continue reading Inspiration for the late bloomers
Characters are unique, because they all have a little human in them. Even if they're witches who want to burn the world, they need something the readers can connect to. The other day, I rolled my eyes at my friend. We have been close for years, but some parts of him are annoying. Spending … Continue reading Every character has what?
humans are the worst and I think I’ve known that since I was a kid I never had many friends I didn’t fully trust any strangers I kept to myself whenever I could but I spoke to animals I’d never greet a human but I’d say hi to their dog dogs never judged me for … Continue reading Puppies > humans
I'm not sure anyone talks about college writing classes. Movies say we have our classes in auditoriums. Writing classes, also known as workshops, never have over eighteen people. I have one with twelve people right now. One time only six people showed up. On the first day, we introduce ourselves for almost seven minutes each. … Continue reading What writing classes are like
Writers are strange people. Perhaps we're not even people at all. Few people can create an entire world from nothing. Something as small as a 65 character text could turn into a 70,000 novel without trying. But are we human if we're gods of our own worlds? We are sometimes quiet, sitting off to the side. … Continue reading Are we human?
People always say writers can write whatever they want, but I doubt that's true. Some publishing companies don't accept "cliché" ideas since it's harder to market stories. Which, in turn, lowers the endless possibilities that writers can write about. Some of those outdated story plots include: Vampires Werewolves Mermaids Character waking up at the beginning … Continue reading Not acceptable stories
I changed my ways of getting books...a bit. As a child, I loved fresh books. The new book smell was intoxicating. I liked the idea of owning something that no one else had owned before. It was mine. But since I got to college, money and gifts hadn't come as much as they used to. … Continue reading Thrift the books