It usually goes like this: Friend: "So. How are the edits coming along?" Me [grins sheepishly]: "I'm working on another book." Friend: "A SECOND book?" Me: "Well...and another one after that." *long, guilty silence* Me [mumbles]: "I'm writing four books, OK? That's it." Friend: *brings straitjacket* The past few months have been relentless. I write... Continue Reading →
Hi, Jamie! Thank you for joining us today! How long have you been writing? What inspired your quest to become a writer? I've only been writing since 2011, but I've been dreaming up other worlds since high school... and storytelling, since I apparently won the "Storytelling" award in second grade. (I'm not sure if that... Continue Reading →
Be your turtle self. When I first started writing, so much about the author world intimidated me because I was constantly comparing. . . . Embrace your weaknesses and strengths so you can focus on your goals.
My favorite thing is the adrenaline rush that comes from writing a powerful scene, when it's flowing from my fingertips and mind like water and I don't even know what I'm doing, but the story is unstoppable!
You control destinies by your pen. You summon adventure and love and death. You are the ruler of worlds that readers can only dream of. You, my friend, are a writer. Books offer escape and vision, and you are the one who opens the portal. You show them the path out of the real world... Continue Reading →
Do you ever feel like other writers hold the key to success? We listen to them describe how their curiosity and creativity accompany them through every waking moment, how their stories never cease to flow through them, how many awards they've won. We listen. And we grow weak with jealousy. "How can they already be... Continue Reading →
These addicts may physically live in our world, but their minds continually seek fresh planets of habitation.
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 →