How well do the non-writers in your life know you?
Have you ever felt like something was missing? You sit down to write, but fear seizes hold, shuts down your creativity. Or maybe you've sent out query after query, only to receive a stream of rejection. Beta readers praise your story, but then comes that ominous pause. "But...." Maybe the culprit is stilted wording. Lackluster characters.... Continue Reading →
You know you're editing when. . . you realize you are the Smaug of words and decide to heap them in a pile around you and sleep for two centuries.
Feeling over-stressed? Overwhelmed by responsibilities and edits and runaway characters? Let's face it. Writers work hard --- and we don't know when to stop. Instead we push ourselves until we're threatened by burnout. Here are 10 ways to remain sane while writing. 10. Make a schedule. I'm not a list maker, but I've found that... Continue Reading →
We've all been there. That time our dream agent turned down the manuscript we worked on for years. Or when a beta reader said the book wasn't worth publishing. Some days it's hard to hold on to the dream. Looking for encouragement? A reason to keep writing? You've come to the right place. I asked... Continue Reading →
10. Your story is layered with cliches and tropes. Yes, we're starting off with the big ones. <insert cringe here> There are no twists or turning the cliches on their proverbial heads; instead, every move your protagonist makes is predictable. Soon your reader is wondering, "Haven't I read this story a hundred times?" 9. Too many... Continue Reading →
Protagonist: Look, I hope you know I'm here unwillingly. I still have several scenes to appear in today, and if I'm a no-show, things are really going down. Me: Exactly what I want to talk to you about. [Protagonist glowers at the wall.] Me: Let's pretend for a few minutes that we've never met. What... Continue Reading →
We all know real-world basics: how gravity works, how transportation works, where we can find food. In fantasy, everything is up for debate.
"I'll race you." He flashed me a mischievous grin. "Up the hill, past that circle of pines." I glanced in the direction he was pointing. Seriously? The hill he'd chosen was impossibly steep. . .and buried in snow. Talk about a suicide mission. I checked my sturdy snow boots and calculated my chances of beating... Continue Reading →