After years of trying to write a book and failing miserably, I have finally written my first novel. Here’s how.
Three wishes: to write like Hemingway, to sing like Aretha, and to eat anything I want without aggravating my IBS.
I don’t care if it’s super-corny, I actually love Love Actually, actually.
Is having a blog about writing just a clever procrastination tactic to avoid actually doing any writing of substance? Discuss.
Should you announce when life is treating you well or will that just wake it up and make it want to prank you?
From making tea, applying face-masks, to actually doing the dishes, here are things my mind makes me do instead of write.
While trying to come up with one good wedding proposal for my book, I came up with 10 crap ones.
I wish I wasn’t so addicted to my phone (writing this on my actual phone and copy/pasting for Twitter).
One way to avoid writer’s block is to use up every single piece of life, no scraps left behind, and put it down on paper.
I love books in an I-will-break-down-crying-in-this-bookstore-because-I-can’t-buy-all-the-books kind of way.