Myth 10: Survival is an option. I mean, I survived this far, right? Nothing bad happens near the ending. Truth: All the bad things happen near the ending.
We all know writers are vampires. They come alive at night to drink ink from the pens of the living, and spend ungodly hours writing until they are weak and weeping from the deaths caused by their words. Sometimes it can be hard to re-emerge from that world. By now I think my friends have... Continue Reading →
When you hear something often enough, you begin to believe it. That you aren't good enough to be a writer. That there's no way you can break into traditional publishing. It's all part of the writer's world myth. As writers, we wish you would stop believing. . . That you should write to your audience.... Continue Reading →
Thank you for joining us today, Megan! How long have you been writing? What inspired your quest to become a writer? The earliest thing I remember writing was a short story for my grandfather. He asked me to write a ghost story and title it "The Ghost of Fleetwood Road." (We lived on Fleetwood Road... Continue Reading →
1: The human body can exist off of little sleep. I caught an excess of thirty minutes' sleep (yes, thirty minutes, the sluggard) before I had to leave for my flight to the Wild, Wild West. But, guys, I got to watch the sun rise while I was in the sky. Worth everything. Also, people are... Continue Reading →
These addicts may physically live in our world, but their minds continually seek fresh planets of habitation.
Hi, Julie! Thank you for joining us today! How long have you been writing? What inspired your quest to become a writer? I have been writing with professional intent for almost two years. Following a profound transformation with God in my early 40's, He called me to speak for Him. One year following the call to speak,... Continue Reading →
I am a coward. I sat down with an author friend in a coffee shop last week. After sharing stories, she asked what my next step would be. I knew what I'm supposed to say ---follow up with agents and publishers who expressed interest in my book--- but instead I hesitated. "Well?" my friend said. "When... Continue Reading →
After all, I was afraid. Last year, the writers conference was my fairy godmother, and my every wish came true. This year? I knew what was ahead of me. Work. Hard, brutal, frustrating work. I pitched to an invisible agent the entire drive to the conference. Grew teary over my imperfect one sheets and proposal.... Continue Reading →