That feeling when you can’t remember which sections of a dead professor’s brain your character just inherited, but you know for a fact no one else in the room will understand.
I’ll be starting NaNoWriMo in about a month, but let’s be honest… I don’t expect to win. Fifty-thousand words in a single month is a lot, and a new project? Well, it could happen, but I’m still working on the old one, right now. My tiny little pantser mind has just the tiniest breeze of
I finally registered for the Pikes Peak Writers’ Conference in April. I managed to get time off from work to actually go, and if that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is. So, I filled out forms, and pressed send, and now, I’m going. So, clearly, the first problem is underwear– No, wait. That’s
If you’re like me, you try to squeeze in as many words as possible in as many strange and under-equipped places as possible. After all, you have a life. You have a job, family, friends, and pets. You probably want to eat, sleep, and shower, too. High expectations. Here are some of the things I’ve