The Writer's Workout

On my vacation, I had one WW idea and four fiction ideas. I started working on another piece I’ve wanted to write for ages

Sometimes I forget how important it is to create distance. There, I said it. Out loud. I forget that I need time away, I need to do other...

It’s story time. Once upon a time, a little girl couldn’t sit still. She swung her legs all through class and wanted to run and play. But...

Well, there it went. I blinked and the week was suddenly over already. I don’t even remember what happened.

Hey look! Words! About an hour after I sent in last week’s Post, I pulled out an old file and dropped 1500 words into… the mob novel.

Yesterday, I was so mad at myself because I thought I didn’t write at all this week.

I must confess. I killed a notebook. It was a massacre: every page bloody with the ink of emptied pens.