Writing Life
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Dark stories scare me.
Which is really bizarre, since that’s the kind of thing I write. I had to swear off Stephen King after just 3 books, I had to proclaim to my husband […]
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The belly dance/writing crossover.
I talked about artists’ brains in a previous post, and how it seems like we can’t stick to just one medium. I didn’t get too many comments here, but when […]
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Marketability.
I was at a craft fair peddling my books yesterday, and the woman at the booth beside me told me she and her girlfriend are writing a children’s book. She […]
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Artist’s brains.
Stop me if I’m wrong here, but I noticed something funny about artists a while back, and many of my artist friends have agreed. I’ve never met an artist who […]
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Self-published crap.
I’ve picked up a handful of self-published books over the years, not many, and I have to say, I have noticed a distinct lack of polish in the writing in […]
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I make faces while writing.
I once got a piece of advice from a writing coach: “You have to write it like it was when you were there.” I love this. It embodies for me […]
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The faults in others.
I have this friend. He’s one of the guitarists in my band. He’s AMAZING. He writes this original stuff that is funky and dance-y and catchy and deep and thought […]
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Goals.
One of my friends at work keeps telling me I won’t be working at that job next year. She means that she thinks I will be successful with my books, […]
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“I decided to be a writer.”
I like listening to my local public radio station, but sometimes the guests make me want to scream. In the last few weeks, two different shows interviewed the guy who […]
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More creepy questions.
Sometimes being a writer is bizarre. A friend of mine went to school for language arts, but while she was in college, she worked with campus security as a dispatcher. […]
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