It’s Aunt Dolores.
You can smell her leaning over your shoulder (too much perfume with a hint of wet cat).
She thinks she’s sneaky, her laser-pointer eyes locked on your screen.
You try not to cringe. You close your screen, grateful that you weren’t working on that “romantic climax” scene in act three.
“Soooo!” she chirps, “Your mother tells me you want to be a writer!”
Turn, smile, and pray that she won’t ask you-
“And what are you writing? It better not be any of that spacey, science-y nonsense.”
She keeps talking without giving you time to answer…
“You know what books you should write? You should write like that one author, you know who I mean – oh, he’s so dreamy, you know the one-”
This one is for all the writers who will get cornered by family members this holiday season.
Read this and you will be more productive during this most trying time for writers.
Continue reading 15 Do’s and Don’ts for Writers: Holidays, Family, and How to Deal with Them
His fingers drip with ink; his face – with sweat. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows across the spidery, illegible scratch and ink stains.
Inching closer to the page, the Writer inches reads from his own words – “…to become a real writer, to climb the ranks into Authorship, one must write everyday.”
But, like all of life’s solutions, there is a problem. As he chews on his quill, a new question rolls around his mind…
How DO you Write Everyday?
These 9 strategies will help you build a daily writing habit so powerful, your own friends and family will think something is wrong with you:
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In this line of work there were few answers, and many questions.
One question, in particular, stuck out like a knife from a dead man’s chest: “Could you ever kill a friend?”
For years, Blay the Assassin thought about it, turning it over and over in the quiet hours of the long, cold nights. The unanswered question never diminished. Blay’s passion for the craft, however, did. He found himself a rich man, and even the luster of “professional power-shifting” had grown tiresome to him.
Blay the Assassin was done.
Or so he thought.
Continue reading A Professional Question of Murder – (Flash Fiction)
Number Eight didn’t know it, but I knew she wasn’t an Android.
I don’t blame her. I’m no Robot either. The Masterson’s only bought me believing I was an Android. I’ve been lying to them since.
Understand this: it was a matter of air quality. The Masterson’s, my employers, were one of the few upper-city families who could afford a Dome, complete with the latest in air-scrubbing technology.
You didn’t even need a mask inside the Dome. You could just walk around, and breathe in the air.
I caught Number Eight when I was walking into the East Wing’s kitchen. Number Eight had her back turned to me, and was printing meals from the Dinner-press.
Continue reading Our Human Secret – Flash Fiction
Quick: what is the most excitable organ in the body?
That’s right – it’s the imagination.
Sometimes, when you’re getting all hot and bothered creative, you get too eager (don’t worry, it happens to all of us).
You get this urge to create, and create, and create. Before you know it, you have a glut of characters:
- 4 protagonists, with 4 distinct groups of companions
- 6 love interests
- 12 dwarves
- And a guy named Frank because you couldn’t think of a better name, so you just used this as a place holder until a better name comes along…
Is that too many names? How many characters SHOULD your short story/novel/Harry Potter fan fiction have?
Continue reading How Many Characters Should Your Story Have?