Do I write for writers or for the readers? The obvious answer would be for the readers, because their opinions are what I need. They're the ones who buy books, read books, and write the reviews. They're the ones who will get excited to see me if I write well. But writers are the ones … Continue reading To writers? To readers?
The storm lit up the clouds. The dark blue sky turned into a musky light gray. Light strikes reached from the left to the right like tree branches. But then another strike would grow out smaller, barely reaching out, after that big moment. That last strike is me.
They say to write what you read, but I think that confines us in a way. If we only write what we read, must we always read something we love? I'd only read fantasy/sci-fi then, never knowing any nonfiction or poetry much. I'd limit myself the number of stories I dive into. My world would … Continue reading Should we write what we read?
As an English major, I have joined the clubs of I-have-read-too-many-Shakespeare-plays-to-count and when-can-I-stop-reading-Hamlet-even-though-it's-my-favorite. It seems that I can't spend a semester without Shakespeare. But one of my professors, who is also an English advisor, discussed making Shakespeare not a requirement with my senior class. Both sides explained their opinions. Some students felt Shakespeared out and some … Continue reading Getting rid of Shakespeare
I always end up listening to people's words and writing them down. It's worse when I'm in class. I'll be writing notes or a blog down when I hear a great line to write down. My margins get filled with other people's words. They're diagonal and lopsided. I can't even remember where some come from. … Continue reading A writer habit
It's easy to get stuck during NaNoWriMo. After writing 31,673 words in 19 days or even 5,000 words in a few days, what else could I write about? The story has a plot, but there's no clear path of where the story is going. I've gotten to this point many times during this NaNoWriMo. Before … Continue reading How to get unstuck during NaNoWriMo
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