There are voices in my head. Dozens of voices. Clamoring. Demanding. Critiquing. They are the voices of my future readers, and they are the reason I am afraid to write. There are days when I want to find some group of Writers Anonymous and blurt out my confession. [Stands on trembling legs and with head... Continue Reading →
When I close my eyes, my characters seem to open their mouths and yell things at me about the scene I'm working on.
I closed my eyes and the blue glow of my laptop screen blinked through the darkness. I could hear nothing but the erratic beat of my heart. The story inside me was silent. Dead. I whispered my characters' names, seeking the connection that had been present only days before. For hours I'd searched for a way... Continue Reading →
You know the feeling. You pick up a novel that promises to transport you into another world and another time, but instead it is a weak imitation of the modern world. The characters spout modern slang, strut around with modern mindset and attitude. But, hey, their clothes. They're different. And, say, have you noticed the date? A.D. 300. Surprise!... Continue Reading →