Yesterday, a friend tweeted this article on The Guardian, "Unthinkable? Bring Back Typewriters." While the author makes some great points about how using a typewriter slows the writer down, thereby making writers more intentional about word choices, and how typewriters remove the distracting allure of the internet, I'd have to say, "hell no!!" I'll keep … Continue reading I’ll Keep my Laptop, Thank You
One of my goals for this spring break was to take my laptop to a coffee shop and write. Just about every time I enter into a coffee shop, I see people with laptops. Clearly, there is a portion of the population who find them productive places to work, and I wanted to see if … Continue reading Writing in a Coffee Shop
I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately as I’ve spent the last two weeks taking notes and writing down ideas anticipating the day I'd have time to sit down and write something. After working probably 75+ hours over each of the last two weeks (sometimes being a high school teacher and coach can suck every second … Continue reading Where do scenes come from?
I’ve decided to give up on my desk. I’ve rearranged it, organized it, tidied it dozens of times, but by the end of my every writing session, it looks the same way, disastrous. This is odd for me. I’m a fanatically organized person. If there was such a thing called “Organizer’s Anonymous” I would probably … Continue reading Messy Desk = Inspiration
This past weekend, I traveled to Portland, Oregon and attended the Willamette Writer’s Conference. I learned enough to fill twenty blog posts, so I decided to try to condense the experience into a single list of major lessons. 1) I learned that you can pitch an incomplete novel. No agent will buy it, but they’ll … Continue reading What I Learned at my First Writing Conference
A noiseless patient spider, I mark'd, where on a little promontory, it stood, isolated; Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding, It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself; Ever unreeling them--ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my Soul, where you stand, Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, … Continue reading A Noisy, Impatient Spider
Yesterday, I sat at the computer all morning, ready to write. I have a time line here. It’s summer vacation, and it ends in six weeks. I need to write . . . NOW! I have goals! My muses don’t seem to be getting my sense of urgency as they failed to bless me with … Continue reading The Muses Must Play