Spoken through

Sitting down to write this morning I felt lonely and, dare I say, jilted. This has nothing to do with my loved ones from real life. Rather, I recently finished writing several sections of my novel-in-progress from one character's point of view. It's now time to give myself over to another character. The problem is,... Continue Reading →


There's a point I always reach in writing a novel that feels like running headlong into a brick wall, and I've reached it with my novel-in-progress. It usually comes about 50 or 75 pages in, when the initial idea has begun to have some "legs." Many scenes have been written, characters begin to emerge. Sometimes... Continue Reading →

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