I wish it wasn’t so cliché to say, but I’ve been a writer all my life. My career started with stapled pieces of sketch paper on which I wrote tales of cats befriending aliens. Hell, I even illustrated them, because I was that passionate. Continue reading
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Memes for the Writer’s Readers
Yeah. Wrap your mind around that title.
This morning was great. Chris woke me up with a candlelight breakfast–golden eggs–and I asked him sweetly if he planned on reading the chapter I sent last night. Continue reading
A Classic Argument Between Writers
“Wow, I just read your passage. Your work makes me want to set mine on fire.”
“What? My work sucks!” Continue reading
How to Not Suck at Writing
I was feeling pretty good about myself again, you know, that whole “writer’s streak” when all of your “readers” are telling you:
“This is it! This is your magnum opus! The apple pie of all pies! The cirrus cloud among all of your cumulonimbus anvils!” Continue reading
Writing is a lot like picking apples.
I’ve had an epiphany of some sort.
Last night, Chris and I watched The Cider House Rules–a movie based on a book I now must buy. And while watching it, I suddenly wanted to write. I wanted to paint a true melody of the orchard, the way the trees looked on the Maine bluffs behind Tobey Maguire. Soft. Patterned. Existing. Fading. Continue reading
