i. This space is not mineWhite walls with empty tablesBut I could grow here ii. Time turned into yearsSpinning faster than its lightI couldn't stop and pause iii. The sun came aroundAsking if I had seen youI sighed at white walls
Dear literary agent, I wish we all had more time in the day. We could all use the extra hour or so to get everything we need done. But I promise you, it doesn't take that long to write a sentence or two. To make a short list. To say, "Hey. I liked the query, … Continue reading Dear literary agent
Touch the glass wall And shatter it all I don’t mean to But I’m about to explode Can’t keep me here for long Unless you want the storm too Cause the chains are gone And I’m tired of waiting ---------For someone else’s approval Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Even in a room full of editors, I was an incognito writer. It's easy to tell a writer from anything else. We think a bit...differently. Our minds stretch in directions that no one else can see. We see the way the world works, turn it a bit, and then write that down. We see a … Continue reading Writers are magical
Writer’s block is a curious thing. You’re faced with a slip n’ slideThat you must turn into a swing,And nothing comes out at all. It looks something like this: Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do and that could mean taking a break from writing. Don't be discouraged though. Things always happen, but it's always what you make of it. It doesn't mean you'll never write again or that your writing will turn bad. Everything will be all right.
During author interviews, many people ask about the final product. They ask about where the book idea came from or how the writer became a writer. But I'd rather know more about how the writer failed. Did any characters disappear in later drafts? Did any scenes get cut? If so, which? Why? Were any scenes added? … Continue reading Why do I want to know about their failures?
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?