Good Writing

Years ago, I read a Tumblr post that was wrong. Though I am older and wiser, that post is still wrong and I think about it a lot. Not for its wrongness – though I excel at dwelling on such things—I think about that wrong post because its so very wrongness allowed me to coalesce…

In Praise of Spreadsheets

My love for spreadsheets is as bottomless as a pair of chaps. I use them to track everything: word count, books read, books to be written, lists of names & place names, to-do lists, tracking story issues. Oh, the things I track. Lately, because of Everything™, my word count spreadsheets are not as spectacular as…

The Community Table

Got my creative mojo refilled during last Sunday’s writers’ group. Lots of shop talk, which is my favorite topic ever. How to write. How to write better. How to struggle with writing and doubt yourself too much. How to plot, to outline, to pants, to get in the flow. How many metaphors are too many?…

Scraps

My social media feeds are an avalanche of cooking posts—complaints about out of stock flour, tea and potatoes (the Apocalypse calls for carbs), pictures of freshly baked bread, laments about the endless dishwashing, and tales of quarantine cooking. My favorite are the posts about using up leftovers and scraps. Mostly because I am forever battling…

Eef.

Wow. The Apocalypse comes at ya fast. And the advice for how maintain creative productivity in troubled times comes at ya ever faster. For me, that’s a good thing. In its strange way, it’s comfort reading. Other creatives are still taking craft and productivity. It’s community. It’s shop talk. It’s words. Vital connection in a…

Jupiter Looks A Lot Like Utah

Last week, as I was riding home from my Wednesday night writers’ group, I had the next sentence of the story I’d been working on pop into my head, fully formed. It’s been a long, long time since that’s happened. I thought the combo of aging, mental health issues and training my brain to be…

#Rewriting

Guys, I’m rewriting Shenanigans again. Again again. Like, this is probably the fifteenth draft, and at least the third rewrite where I tear it down to bare bones and make story altering changes. Please God, let it be the last. I can’t tell at this point, if I’m procrastinating I’m definitely procrastinating, but it’s also…

Art Harder, Mother Fucker

One of my favorite things that I’ve learned since I started writing is this: ‘Art Harder, Mother Fucker’. In which I am the mother fucker, and I need to art harder. It’s been so long since we adopted it that I only partially know where the advice came from – Chuck Wendig’s Terrbile Minds blog….