There are tons of excellent reasons to take classes, including:
- You can learn something;
- You can improve a skill you already had;
- You can meet people who are interested in the same things as you;
- You can have fun.
Another reason, less frequently touted, is this: you might write something that gets published and earns you a few bucks. Continue reading
This afternoon, I woke from a nap and checked my email (as one does). Among the messages, two stood out.
One was a very kind rejection from a literary magazine.
The other was an acceptance from Intrinsick, an online literary journal.
Last weekend, I did something unusual: I ate breakfast at the coffee shop near my house. Continue reading
As regular readers of this blog have undoubtedly noticed by now, I am not a person of few words. Continue reading
Last spring, I applied to a very prestigious writing conference, taught by writers whose work is routinely praised, if not revered, by the literary community. Rationally, I knew acceptance was a long shot. On the other hand, I figured the admissions committee probably wasn’t sitting around at night hoping I might grace them with my presence. The only way I’d have a chance was to apply. Continue reading
I don’t usually share newspaper articles here, but this one is special. I don’t know this writer or her book, but I love her real-life story.
This post is dedicated to every writer who holds down a day job (including parenthood which, from what I hear, is at least two full-time jobs in and of itself) and still manages to carve out time for writing, reading, researching agents, figuring out publishing, and doing all the stuff necessary to put our stories out into the world. Continue reading
When I was in my twenties and possessed unlimited energy, there was a brief period when I had three jobs. Continue reading