Putting the pretty on it
The beauty of words is that they paint pictures in the mind, but when you consider those black lines, dots, and curves on a blank backdrop, words themselves are nothing to write home about.
The beauty of words is that they paint pictures in the mind, but when you consider those black lines, dots, and curves on a blank backdrop, words themselves are nothing to write home about.
My favorite questions tend to start with “what if.” Lately, however, this writer has been asking himself, “What now?”
Once you establish the worth of a product—whether it’s a frozen pizza or national news—it’s awfully difficult to convince people they should have been paying along.
I must have killed hundreds of people over the years. Since I’m a writer of sword-and-sorcery fantasy, death come with the territory.
A writer’s mind can be a dangerous thing. Perhaps the most notorious forms of self-sabotage are writer’s block and a related syndrome: the sophomore slump.
Titles represent anywhere from a few hundred to hundreds of thousands of words. They have to be worthy of all that hard work you put into your short story, novella or novel. And they must be marketable.
When one first decides to become a novelist, many important questions come to mind: What kind of stories should I write? Should I use my real name or invent something better? Can I pull off the pipe and beard look?
For anyone writing fiction: under what name have you/will you publish your work?
While watching the new Hobbit movie, I couldn’t help but wonder what the grandfather of the fantasy genre would think of the adaptation of his 1937 novel.
In my experience, writing the end of a novel has to be the hardest part.