Once upon a time I was sitting in a class at school, I think it was in sixth or seventh grade but it might have been a little later on. A guy, and I don’t remember who, came up to me and asked if I’d ever participated in NaNoWriMo.
“What???” I think was my response.
Continue reading “Why NaNo”
You know what’s hard about writing in the morning before work? Every second I sit here unable to type because I can’t think of what to say feels like a second wasted because I don’t have time for this!
Continue reading “Time”
My body has been rebelling against the 6:00 wake-up time to the point that I have yet to set an alarm for 6:00 and have continued to rise at 6:30. Today was no different.
Continue reading “Good Morning”
Writers are people with stories inside that are doing their best to make the story come to life. The story is their baby, and they love that baby with all their hearts.
But what happens if they can’t make the story work, no matter what they do?
Continue reading “Let It Go”
“What made you want to be a writer?” asked no one, but I’m going to pretend someone thought the answer is important.
Continue reading “The Simple Why”