Improviser, please One of the ticks of the writing community I loathe is the use of “pantser” (for seat-of-the-pants-er) to describe people who don’t outline. Pantser brings to mind a middle school boy who yanks down other people’s trousers. Not exactly the kind of person I want to be associated …
I’ve reached a point in writing The Forty-seven Words of the Broken Girl where I need to analyze the structure to go forward. Structure and plot are related but not identical: structure, in my usage, encompasses plot and all the thematic threads that run through the story that aren’t necessarily …
I recently got a new laptop. A new laptop I super like. However, as the computer I’ve been using for the last five years has a different CPU, a lot of my old software doesn’t run on it. Unexpectedly, this is a huge win, since it keeps my laptop focused …
It was posted by somebody I had yet to have the privilege of meeting, yet this person was offering all of my readers the opportunity to see her body, or rather, specific parts of her body. I was charmed that of all the people in the world she could chose to befriend, she picked me. Me! The very same person whose writing blog has generated few enough hits that were I to reveal the number, I would spell it out—and you wouldn’t begrudge me the fact.