“You aren’t bleeding in this,” my Clarion instructor said, holding up his print-out of my story. “I want to see you write something close to the bone, something that bleeds.” After I finished crying inside because I was a failure, Read more…
Subheading: Look at me look at me look at me Is being a writer about craving attention? All my life I’ve yearned after the spotlight. Maybe because I was born there. I’m a twin. As a kid, this was AWESOME. Read more…
It was the last week of Clarion. My sixth story was critiqued on Monday, and I was startled, like coming out of a long sleep, to find I did not need to scramble to write another story by NEXT Monday. Read more…
Despite my frailty, which has included an inability to stand upright for more than 15 minutes, I went to the Cleveland Inkubator today at the main branch of the Cleveland Public Library. This is billed as an “UNconference” a free Read more…
Well, it’s official – I have Victorian Novel Heroine’s Disease. It’s incurable, the doctors are stumped, and I have developed a habit of fainting. I’m weak and helpless but not coughing or snotting or anything that would make me poor Read more…
Why isn’t writing fun anymore? I asked in a previous post, and there was a simple answer. So: how to make it fun again? I can’t forget all the knowledge that makes me self-critical and slow to write. 1. Admit Read more…