First attempt at a poem I plan to use in a later book. If you’ve no home to stay, Keep wandering far. May your path be free of fear, And no demons cross your way. If you can walk no more, Have no fear, Rest a little here. But never lose your way, This is not your place to stay.…
When I first started writing, I’d see all the lists of character descriptions and traits that are recommended to have charted out before writing. Some of them looked neat. I’d have filled some out for one or two characters then give up. Trying to define every trait down to a tee became not only tedious, but another way to avoid…
Ahh, a new writing project. Or adding on to current ones. Whatever it is, there’s nothing worst than running out of ideas. When you’re stuck on a project without inspiration, the place to start is with what you have already done. There are always new ideas lurking in the corners and crevasses of what you’ve already done. The problem comes…
The door was locked. Axel jiggled the handle again anyway. “What? Still no luck? Imagine that.” Martis’s rasping voice, dripping with more sarcasm than blood, was an ever unwelcome intrusion. “Piss off.” Axel kicked the door for the umpteenth time before turning around and scanning the dimly lit broom-closet of a room. The cramped space was made smaller by the…
Good enough? Wha— what blasphemy is this?! It must be perfect! (Whatever ‘it’ happens to be) Everyone knows (at least in their heart of hearts they do) that perfectionism isn’t productive. With my day job work, I’m used to hearing the phrase ‘It doesn’t have to be perfect, it just has to work.’ I nod and agree, then go about…