The Big, Big Bang

I tuned in to watch the launch of the SpaceX Starship SN8. The commentators gave a tight rundown of everything happening at ground zero–is that the right term? Ground zero? Everything was exhilarating to them, from condensation rings on the fuel tanks to the stillness around the launch pad. At long last, sirens wailed, signalingContinue reading “The Big, Big Bang”

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”

Imaginings, reimagined

My favorite writing exercise this year (so far) was during a class called “Fairytales Reimagined.” The premise was just as it sounds; reimagine classic tales, and give them new twists. There were some very creative writers in that group; one rewrote Hansel and Gretel and turned them into incestuous cannibals who turn on each other after making tapa of theContinue reading “Imaginings, reimagined”