You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. —Ray Bradbury I saw the end coming. I knew the scenes that needed to be written, how long they needed to be, and how long it would take me to write that many words. I knew this first draft of my novel about Rapunzel... Continue Reading →
What My Past Creative Paralysis Has Taught Me About Choosing My Early Critics
Seek roses in December -- ice in June; Hope constancy in wind, or corn in chaff; Believe a woman or an epitaph, Or any other thing that's false, before You trust in critics who themselves are sore. ... Continue Reading →
