A few years ago a peer and I were discussing working independently in a creative field. At that time he was still figuring out which direction he wanted to go and how to get to where he was going, but I knew I wanted to be and I would be a writer. I'd picked up… Continue reading You Are Where You’re Supposed To Be
I had every intention of sitting down this weekend and dedicating several hours to writing, but the weather was so deliciously warm and gorgeous, I opted instead to spend it outdoors doing yardwork and landscaping. Late Friday evening I'd jotted about 12 paragraphs down, the beginnings of Chapter 11 of my book, and planned to… Continue reading Sometimes The Whole Chapter Is Garbage (Throw It Away)
I didn't sleep great last night. I go through phases with this book where I'm great and I'm writing happy stuff and then a chapter later the shit has hit the fan again. Like life. Life is like that. A few days ago I wrote this scene where a few of the characters are together… Continue reading Writing About Death Is Hard
When I watched the film "Secret Window" starring Johnny Depp, it was the first time I confronted the concept of a writer's retreat and I loved it (spoilers: minus all the psychosis and murder). Living with writers block these past two years especially has been hell and I've often romantisized the notion of escaping to… Continue reading I’m writing a book. I hate it.