Many years ago I outlined a novel idea that I titled The Patriot. This was toward the beginning of the Tea Party movement, when the first signs of modern day hyper-patriotism emerged; […]
Last week was productive, writing-wise, and I have nothing to show for it.
I sat down the other night for one hour of perfect writing time, the kind of time recommended by experts who write books on writing.
Before we get started, I’d like to tell you how impressed I am with your commitment to bad writing.
Word choice may not be the most important tool in a writer’s toolbox, but it is gravely serious nonetheless.
One million is sort of a magical number, one that has both a literal meaning and a symbolic one.
I’m in another “empty tank” writing cycle, writing-wise, and that’s entirely my fault.
I live my life in well worn grooves.
What if I told you that you can solve all of the world’s problems by writing a story?
I did something recently that I never do: