My year of less
Although it defies every fiber of my being, I’m entering the new year with fewer plans than ever. On one hand, it’s invigorating; on the other, terrifying.
Although it defies every fiber of my being, I’m entering the new year with fewer plans than ever. On one hand, it’s invigorating; on the other, terrifying.
For a writer who always gravitated toward long-form fiction, this novel-free span has been a breath of fresh air but also bizarre.
Business planning and New Year’s resolutions have a lot in common. You look back at what you’ve accomplished over the past year and try to envision a better tomorrow. How can I improve? What are my goals?
Ever since I started One Million Words LLC, I’ve tried to treat my fiction endeavors as a true-blue business. But while I consider myself a realist, I inevitably overbook myself.
Publishing a book triggers a twofold celebration for me: I can finally share my work with the world, and I’m able to jump wholeheartedly into a new project.
COVID-19 caused major disruptions in almost everyone’s life in 2020. While I don’t want to diminish the seriousness of the pandemic and its consequences, I’ve found at least one silver lining: more time to work on my writing.
After months of following a methodical approach to planning my novel, it’s finally time to put fingertips to keyboard and actually write The Lost Tale of Sir Larpsalot.
It’s a task that many authors dread and more than a few novelists disregard altogether: creating a chapter outline.
For reasons beyond my understanding, my brain likes inventing personas—everything from wacky facades to keep small children entertained to personalities projected onto passersby. Everyone has a story, after all.
On the surface, 2017 was fraught with failure. Digging a little deeper, however, I find I’m pretty proud of what I accomplished last year.