I allowed myself to skip any other personal writing projects for the week, including this blog.
I can’t count the number of beginnings to stories and novels I’ve written, fascinated by an image or character in my head, only to have to stop when I have no idea what’s going to happen next.
Conventional wisdom for writers says that, when it comes to writing dialog, you should listen to how people really speak and capture it on paper.
Not only would it be momentous goal to check off my bucket list, but there’s literally nothing I like to read more than my own, well-polished prose.
My best ideas happen when I take two separate things and bang them together until they fit.
It’s a task that takes patience and and a delicate touch — you can’t just go in and yank on things and expect them to fall apart.
Are the myths your people tell about this divine presence actually true? Or are they stories made up long ago that help people try and make sense of the world as it exists?