We've all been there. One moment, we're typing away on our WIP. The next, we're frozen. Terrified of what this really means. What happens next? Can I really finish this book? How do I know this is really what I want? You can't do everything at once. Take your large goals and break them into manageable... 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!
Thank you for joining us, Kyle! How long have you been writing? What inspired your quest to become a writer? I've been writing for about fourteen years. Given that I was twelve when I started, however, it took me a while to actually come up with something fit for human consumption. Ever since I discovered... 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 →
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 →