writing blog
Why do writers love to read and write about writing? We may never know. But I am just as guilty as anyone else.
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I have drafts and plots for stories I want to write. They sit in their queue, waiting for me to pick them up, dust them off, and finish them. I have dreams for fairy tales, speculative fiction, suspense, and romance, all half-written with a clear road-map- but I can’t bring myself to take the final
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Like many writers, I have a backlog of writing. My files and folders are stuffed with projects I’ve started, but abandoned at various stages of development. Short stories and novellas in many genres: speculative horror, suspense, fantasy, and romance, children’s books, and personal essays- all still waiting for their first draft mock-ups. In honor of
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“Don’t be a ‘writer’, be writing”. I love and hate Faulkner’s famous advice. I hate it because I know he’s right and I haven’t been writing much lately. Between craziness at work, home life, and my business- I am have almost no energy to be creative. At least, that is the excuse I’ve been making
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It’s official: I am getting published! A small, non-profit, all-volunteer, fantasy magazine in the United Kingdom is publishing one of my short stories. The magazine is called Noctivagant Press, you can check out their website here: https://www.noctivagantpress.co.uk/. The piece I submitted is called “Lass From the Low Country”. It is a tragic tale of love
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I’ve been on a literary kick. For the last month I’ve been reading and writing more than I have since starting college. I haven’t turned on my television in over a week, and I haven’t gone a single day without picking up a book or a pen. I feel like I did when I was
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I could write a book about writer’s block. I think this is a common feelings among writers. We have the ideas, but we can’t seem to find the motivation or the ability to translate those ideas to the page. Somehow, the mere act of sitting down to write or type causes all words to simply
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I was never a good poet. My brain seems hardwired for prose. I can write a beautiful sentence full of metaphor and irony, but any attempt to craft that into something short ultimately results in something cliche and insincere. Still, despite my shortcomings, I never stopped trying to write poems. I still enjoy the genre
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It’s that time of year again. The time of year that all your writing friends annoy you with details about the novel they will write throughout the month of November. They may have spend all of October (aka Prep-tober) going over their writing schedule and outline, creating a calendar, and signing up for all sorts
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I take the half-filled journal from my bedside; The leather cover is warm in my hands. The broken spine falls open on the table, displaying parchment pages the color of sand. My quill tip pen is newly filled after several month of sparing use. It hovers over the empty pages as I await my writing
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I don’t consider myself a poet. I used to write a lot of sub-par poetry in high school and in the early years of college, but I grew out of the habit. It wasn’t a loss, more of transition. The style of writing most natural to me is prose, so I focused more on that
Bringing Mae Flowers 