At AWP, I went to a panel that spoke about how writers used pop culture in their published work. They'd write as if they were the characters themselves or at least in that fictional universe. Some were fun and silly, but it was also a way for them to develop and understand their feelings towards … Continue reading Using pop culture as a writing release
Everyone has straight and curved sidesThey know what they want andThey know what they’re good at – butI’m not one to follow the crowd I somehow molded my edges to a pointTo poke into everything andI can’t state a reason as to whyI get my nose into so many things So, I’m crawling through the … Continue reading I’m a bad puzzle piece
I found a great quote about writing characters on Pinterest the other day. "Something I recently learned about writing is that a character should never stop feeling flawed. It doesn't matter how much (positive) development they go through, a realistic character doesn't completely erase their flaws at the end of the story, and that's okay! You're never … Continue reading Want to write great characters?
A great writing quote I've found is from Octavia Bulter. “You don’t start out writing good stuff. You start out writing crap and thinking it’s good stuff, and then gradually you get better at it. That’s why I say one of the most valuable traits is persistence.” ― Octavia E. Butler Writing is a craft … Continue reading Keep on writing
Us writers hate what we create We stare at page after page The words all mix together in the end There's thousands - no - millions of better writers But there's always a moment, a flicker When the world doesn't seem so mean We will all write something beautiful today Only a few people will know; … Continue reading Writers everywhere
Many creative people are afraid to release their work. Which seems strange at the same time. We create this being - a book or an album or a painting or so - for the world to see. We design something new all together, knowing someone will see it one day. But that's the exact concept … Continue reading An artist’s fear
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