Being a good writer… means having the courage to suck. Bad.

I wrote something this morning–something gratuitously pretentious and magnificently arrogant. Something so over-the-top I cringed while typing it. And now it’s going in someone else’s novel. I couldn’t be prouder. I belong to a writing group where people often post tidbits of their work, asking for critique. I don’t post much because I tend toContinue reading “Being a good writer… means having the courage to suck. Bad.”

Of Yellow Barns and Info Dumps

I love the yellow barn. That’s not a metaphor for anything; I honestly love the yellow barn. It sits on the crest of a curve, far too close to the busy road. As if someone spilled a load of rebar onto a country lane and decided, “…meh. Play it where it lies.” It’s not anContinue reading “Of Yellow Barns and Info Dumps”

The Subtleties of Subtext

This post is less how-to and more hell if I know. Because truly–hell if I do (cue shoulder shrug). I watched Pride and Prejudice last week, a mere fifteen years after its release. In my defense, I didn’t get to watch many movies the first decade of this century (I did, however, see every episodeContinue reading “The Subtleties of Subtext”