Following up my previous post about writing what you want to read (literally), here comes a fitting post about how, for all of last year (and quite a bit of the year before), I genuinely hated writing. The time I didn’t spend mulling over work I wasn’t enamored with, I spent questioning whether or notContinue reading “Last Year I Hated Writing”
What’s in a picture after all? Does it have 1,000 words or more?
Writing isn’t terribly easy, is it? When I finally made my decision about pursuing a career in the world of writing, I invested some time into researching what exactly I’d need to become the best writer I could be. Over the past seven years since I began to take this seriously, I have stumbled acrossContinue reading “The Best Tools of This Trade”
When was the last time you read a book and enjoyed it without a trace of guilt or stress? Simple solution…just pretend you’re in a movie.
We’re still in quarantine! Have you picked up a book and read yet? If not…you should! And here’s why.
It would be more apt to phrase this as “The alien I wear” but that sounds a little too… serial killer for this writer. We get enough looks as it is with our search histories, don’t we? I could also title this How to get out of a writing slump but that isn’t as authenticContinue reading “The Alien Inside Me”
Hello, faeries and happy (almost) Valentine’s Day. I was once naive enough to think it possible to craft an entire novel without including love. The novel sputtered and choked but never came to life. Not until, that is, I surrendered my ego and created meaningful relationships.
Dreamers are special people, aren’t they? Often artistic, whimsical, sensitive souls dreamers are. They conjure up images of starry skies, flowing skirts, and fairy lights. Don’t they?
Do they conjure up another image as well, one maybe less positive and shadowed by the disdain of others?