In my last post, I talked about the 30,000 word slump – my name for it, anyway. It’s that point in the novel where it all seems to go to Hell in the proverbial hand basket. It may or may not happen exactly at 30,000, but every novel at some point stalls out, completely out … More NaNoWriMo: 5 Ways to Crush A Writing Stall
We’re in the final stretch of the NaNoWriMo marathon – day 23. Whether we started well or poorly, on time or late, with a well defined idea or not, we’ve been living in this reality of writing a novel in a month for 23 days now, and there is a mere 7 left. If we we’re … More NaNoWriMo: The Inevitable Writing Stall
I have a habit of separating my personal life from my blogging life, and recently I’ve wondered if I might benefit from a greater extent of transparency and intimacy with all of you lovely people, and so I want to, for a moment at least, get more personal. Firstly, I want to apologize for … More I’m Back From San Francisco
There’s something that happens to me sometimes, Something that I haven’t talked about with many other artists or writers, but I am sure I can’t be alone in experiencing. When writing fast, when creating off the cuff and uncontrolled as we do in deep journal-type writing practice, or in NaNoWriMo, we have to pull from … More When Writing Triggers
What with NaNoWriMo well under way, we must ask ourselves: Are we actually writing? Here is a handy list to double check if you are, in fact, writing. Things that are not actually writing: Looking for that tab you had open as reference material for a blog entry Outlining Complaining about not writing Practicing your … More Are You Actually Writing?
Right now, it’s very late. I’ve been working on my computer all day for Paid Jobs. I still have 2 blog posts to catch up on, work deadlines looming, a trip to San Francisco to prepare for (Yes, I got into The Night of Writing Dangerously!) Thanks to a new assignment, I am cramming math for writing SAT prep … More Setting A Good Example, or, Screw It
I’m writing this from a cafe near my house instead of from the comfortably window-adjacent table at my house. I had to get out to be able to concentrate. You see, I live with 2 other people: my darling irowboat and an equally darling professional musician named Kevin. Kevin plays just about anything with stings, specializing … More The Importance of Sucking