I didn't post last week because, well, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that world matters have (once again) been hard to comprehend. And the post I was going to share didn't quite feel right. So I've dug this post out instead. Sadly, I've had cause to share this more than once over... Continue Reading →
There is only a smallish group of people who can earn their keep doing what they truly love. If what you love is writing or anything else arts-based, this group becomes even smaller. Unless you're independently wealthy or are supported by someone who earns enough for both of you, you have to get what we... Continue Reading →
Whether you believe writers are born or made (and I think it's a little bit of both), there are certain traits I think all writers should cultivate. Some may come naturally, others may need a bit of work. But they'll help you be the best writer you can be. 1) Happy in your own company... Continue Reading →
The Glasgow Necropolis on a cold, bright morn; grand and Gothic and unsurprisingly, Victorian. Ever a society in love with death, elevating it into an art form fit for the ancients. It's easy to see why writers are fascinated by cities of the dead. Cemeteries tell a thousand tales. Inspiration and intrigue around every corner.... Continue Reading →
You writeso that when you fall,your descent will be arrested,by a silver net of wordstied in knotsonto the walls. And you ask,are they strong enough,tough enough, tall enough,what if they just breakso that you crash intothe floor? So you writeand on you tie themknots with bowsand knots with snarls,knots with no one else around them,knots... Continue Reading →
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