This seems to be the universe’s message to me at the moment, a reminder that writing, this thing I love, will never be fall-off-a-chair easy, but that that doesn’t mean it isn’t the right path for me. As Maggie Stiefvater pointed out the other week in her Tumblr response to my question, it’s easy sometimes […]
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Years ago, when I first started getting serious about writing, I had a conversation with a friend of mine who dabbled in photography. He was rather firmly of the opinion that artist should not charge for art, that no one actually has a right to make a living as an artist, despite being someone who
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It’s funny how once you begin to question what you put in your mouth, on your body, and into your environment, there comes a point where one day it’s just a habit. The other day, I did another big sweep through my clothing – I’m a little sick of the floordrobe, but the primary reason
Veronica Roth (here), an author whom I adore, noted recently in her post about NaNo (here, here) that there is no such thing as a wasted draft. I needed that tonight. It’s truly bizarre, how you can hear a thing over and over and over again, and yet somehow it doesn’t sink in until we’re
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