I hated group projects in college and always tended to be very private with my work, never letting anyone see it before the final product was ready.
For that reason, I hardly let anyone see Eastbound Sailing until I was ready to publish, or even let them know that I was working on a novel. It had to be “just right.”
Oh, how things change. Read the rest of this entry »
Grief and pain are universal human emotions from which none of us are immune. You’re familiar with it. So am I. We all are. How then do you authentically show the pain of your fictional characters?
For that, I’ll hand the classroom over to Orson Scott Card.
The following is an excerpt from Characters & Viewpoint – aka the Bible of character development. Read the rest of this entry »
Life has been surreal since Eastbound Sailing released in August. It has been equally terrifying and edifying to have my work out there for people to read, discuss and assess – be it positive or constructive. As a “thank you” to everyone who reads this blog and who hasn’t yet read the story, here’s an excerpt of the novel. Would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Happy reading! Read the rest of this entry »
Via Crosscrafter.com
I love words and always dreamed of making a career out of them. I slaved through my undergrad years, signing up for as many writing courses as possible and taking on whatever gigs I could land. By the grace of God, I nailed a writing and communications job at an awesome non-profit following graduation. I grew professionally, managed projects and expanded my portfolio – and I got paid for it!
One year later, though, I hit a wall and realized something was missing. Work had become work as I lost my zeal for words. Talk about an identity crisis. Read the rest of this entry »
SOUND OFF: What’s the most devastating story (book, film or play) you’ve ever encountered? What was it about the story that made such an impact on you?
“We need the books that affect us like disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.” Franz Kafka
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