Eating an elephant
I really feel excited about my progress. Though I haven’t written everyday this week, my mind has remained on this manuscript: waking up my characters, connecting dots that I hadn’t been able to connect before, & sorting it all out. I’ve even started to dream about it again! This is always a great positive in my creative process and even though you can never accurately...
Too tall, sticks, little “”, Adelaide’s boy, Kenny’s nephew. Out of all of the names he’d been called over the years, King was the one that stuck. There was nothing particularly regal about his upbringing—he lived in a three bedroom framed house on the West side of Chicago with his grandparents and uncle—or his life— the only child to a...
The proper way to tell a story
So, I see a story everywhere. In my head, in fragments of overheard conversations, in the string of thoughts that come together when listening to a song too many times. The problem is that I don’t know how to deliver the story that my mind keeps fighting to get out there.
So, apparently I'm a flake
I’m glad that I’m finally on here. The first thing that I encounter is probably the most awesome phrase ever, which made my heart leap because it made me think of writing, then it pissed me off because I know that as quickly as my heart skips a beat, I will run out of time, opportunity, and motivation to write. This really pisses me off because I love writing. I love a scene & I...
My first post
I am here with Kelly. She is great. Ryan is great. Goodbye.