Category: Writing

  • My Muses

    We’ve all heard that waiting for the Muse to show up is a bad thing. She either never shows up, shows up late, or shows up and takes you elsewhere than you planned for your date. Pull up your big girl panties, quit crying because your muse isn’t responsible and…

  • My Daily Writing Habit

    I wouldn’t call it a habit. A habit is done almost mindlessly. It’s automatic. You wouldn’t think of doing it because to not do it takes conscious effort. Unfortunately, “habit” is the only word I can think of at this moment that fits, because to write is like an addiction…

  • To Group, Or Not To Group

    That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of other people’s commentary… And I lost it. I could continue with it, but that would require me digging out my Complete Yale Shakespeare, and power-skimming Hamlet for the relevant monologue that I slaughtered above. Anyway. There’s…

  • Outlining – Or Why I Have No Pants

    I’m not an outliner. I don’t have any pants because I’ve written by the seat of them for so long, I’ve literally worn through them. I have patched the ass of my pants so much that the original material is a mystery that has been lost to time. If I…