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:
I don’t think about writing in quasi-magical terms very often, but unleashing a freak on an unsuspecting universe might be one of those times.