I thought it would be interesting to participate in the Never Have I Ever game that a few of my writing buddies have been doing recently. Their answers made me realise just how different we are, and how differently we write books, and I think that's a wonderful thing. Be warned though, this post contains a ton of Psych gifs.
I'll be back. But for now. . .
To celebrate hitting 50k in my current WIP, I thought it might be nice to share an excerpt with you. It's a first draft. It's messy in so many ways. But it matters.
1642. The Puritan colony of Massachussetts Bay. A young woman gives birth. The problem? She has not seen her husband in nearly two years and no one knows if he is still alive. So Hester Prynne stands, her child in her arms and a red A emblazoned on her chest, determined never to utter the father’s name.
S. G. Willoughby shares with us four tips for spoonies who are struggling to find the energy to write.
What if I don't have the kind of talent it takes to write a book? Is talent even a real thing?
I've found that over time there are certain songs that I associate strongly with each WIP. They're not theme tunes as such, but they hold something of the WIP's aesthetic.
Goals Update: It's always at the halfway point that I begin to struggle. The excitement of the beginning has fizzled and it's still a while before the end will be in sight, hence I'm calling it The Battle of Halfway Hill.
Once upon a time, there were some teachers, two exasperated parents, a child psychologist, and an unexpected book recommendation.
A Roald Dahl classic about a grisly old grunion with a mouth like a puckered up dog's bottom, and one little boy's revenge.