Stories from a Cantankerous Imagination
I don't know what to say. Writing is where I go to process things I don't understand. This morning, I'm out of words. Over the weekend, I witnessed an explosion of righteous anger. I watched Black people march down the streets of major American cities, including my own here in Ohio, protesting injustice when they've... Continue Reading →
I know things are hard right now and it isn't easy to find a bright spot in this strange time, but I wanted to note that today is a special day for me. It's the 30th anniversary of my cancer suvivorship day. Somehow, on this day, the notion of being alive feels very big, very... Continue Reading →
The Big Nope The first time I ever handed a manuscript to a total stranger for a critique, I received feedback that left me shaken. My critique partner said, "I don't believe your inciting incident." The inciting incident changes the trajectory of the story, sets the whole thing into motion and, according to him, it... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year again! Time for me to spend one hour and thirty-three minutes repeatedly mainlining the most ridiculous, low budget content put on film. And Netflix's The Knight Before Christmas is on another level. In the movie, a knight time travels from the late 1300s to 2019 to fulfill a quest given... Continue Reading →
I have been stuck on my manuscript for weeks. I wish I could say this is an anomaly, but I've been here before. I'm usually quite disciplined at the beginning, writing in consecutive order and making sure my plot is moving forward. Then, in the last fifteen percent of the novel, the train starts smoking... Continue Reading →
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