Something to read as I work on my next novel.
Writers are faced with many challenges. What topic? Word count? Grammatical errors? Should this go on my lifestyle blog or autobiography? What the heck am I going to write about today?
Was my last post more depressing than humorous?
But the biggest challenge of all is finding time to write, to consult the muse, and tap at that keyboard. Here are some tips of the trade.
I am taking a sick day, dear readers.
It is shocking—I know—that I, practically a superhero by trade, could possibly get sick. I mean. What is wrong with the universe? What has this world come to?
I have the heart of a T-rex. I am supposed to be invisible.
It’s sad when things end.
An empty box of Cheez-Its. The last episode of your favorite vampire-romance TV show. The conclusion of love month. The end of a relationship.
We mourn and cry and remember the good times we had. But no amount of tears will bring back those precious cheesy-salty-crackery moments you had together. You can’t relive the awestruck shock over your TV love’s heroic sacrifice. You can’t go back in time. Soon, you’ll have to move on.
