A Killing Most Personal Puts On Its Business Suit

Starter draft finished, life happens, writer returns to her solid focus on full-time noveling. Check, check, and check. A Killing Most Personal is about to set out on its journey to find a rockstar agent. Who that will be is unknown, but the process of discovery and connecting with new people is certain to be…

It Doesn’t Get Easier, We Get Stronger

Plowing through the last big chapter, then only the resolution chapter to go until my full book starter draft is done! Wa-hoo! FYI, I did not write this as fast as I’d have liked, but at least I’m almost there, now. To encourage you (and myself!), I want to share one of the vlogs from…

Kiss, Katch, Kick, Kill – What to Do When You Get Stuck

Every novelist has experienced that moment when they hit a roadblock, even when they’ve taken the time to outline their project. It’s impossible to know all the answers from beginning to end, especially when you’re at the beginning of the process of creating your book. (See, It’s Okay to Not Have All the Answers When…

It’s Okay to Not Have All the Answers When You Write

But you need to have some of them. From The Write Practice: “You have to know something about your book before you begin to write your story. I think this is true whether you like to plot your novel before you write or not. You don’t need to know everything, but you do need to…

Why Genre Isn’t a Bad Word

Readers read a book or short story because they’re seeking a particular mood and journey. Genre gets them most of the way there, and there’s nothing wrong with that! Most of our classics were genre fiction in their time, like Poe (horror), Mark Twain (adventure-satire), and even Dickens (paranormal-drama). Any kind of genre writing can…

Why the Status Quo of Society Kills Creativity

Before I get into the weeds of why society’s preferred way of doing things isn’t designed for creatives, let’s start with a story. Imagine a third grade classroom in America. “Timmy, what’s the answer to number four?” the teacher asks from the front of the room. “Eight,” Timmy quietly answers, sensing he now wobbles precariously…

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