The Secret Life of Writers
Sometime last year, I sent the rough draft for Book Three in Quinn's series to a friend of mine who doesn't like to read. Being a rough draft, the story was full of all kinds of errors and unfinished side plots. But my friend read the entire manuscript (WAY over 100,000 words) in under 24 hours.
There are voices in my head. Dozens of voices. Clamoring. Demanding. Critiquing. They are the voices of my future readers, and they are the reason I am afraid to write. There are days when I want to find some group of Writers Anonymous and blurt out my confession. [Stands on trembling legs and with head... Continue Reading →
When I close my eyes, my characters seem to open their mouths and yell things at me about the scene I'm working on.
I closed my eyes and the blue glow of my laptop screen blinked through the darkness. I could hear nothing but the erratic beat of my heart. The story inside me was silent. Dead. I whispered my characters' names, seeking the connection that had been present only days before. For hours I'd searched for a way... Continue Reading →
