How to return to writing after a break

Taking a break from writing is easy. Returning to writing afterwards is difficult. Like anything else that requires commitment, patience, and dedication, stepping away from writing can feel like sliding down some unseen totem pole (or up, since the best are at the bottom?). How do you get back into it? Easy. Give yourself a break. A different kind of break. If it’s only been … Continue reading How to return to writing after a break

Using Movement or Conflict instead of a Plot

Even if you’ve never written a single word, at some point in your life someone has told you how important a plot is to a story. If you have nothing else, you need a plot. For architect writers, the writer that meticulously plots out the story down to the very intricate detail, creating a plot is easy. It’s the first brick in a towering foundation. … Continue reading Using Movement or Conflict instead of a Plot

Why it’s important to remove the ‘fluff’ writing

As an editor, I often tell my clients to add more to their story. Most of it are the “how” and “why”s of a story. “How did they get from Point A to Point B?” “Why did they go into that room without any reason?” “Why are they spending hundreds of dollars in this scene when in the last scene they lamented having money troubles. … Continue reading Why it’s important to remove the ‘fluff’ writing

In the Light of the Infinite Sunset

“You’re looking for a painter? Beret and easel? How come?” Maggie asked, helping her grandmother bring in the groceries. “Your baby sister’s birthday is coming up, and since this is her first apartment, I figured it would be a nice touch,” Maggie’s grandmother, Arleen, responded as she held open the door with her foot for Maggie. “Nana. It’s going to be a den of drinking … Continue reading In the Light of the Infinite Sunset

Lost in Thought (A Short Story)

James stared out the car window, drawing shapes on the condensation collecting inside. “Doin’ okay there, sport?” His father, in the driver’s seat next to him, asked. He liked to call James “sport” or “pal.” Even “kiddo.” It didn’t matter that James was twenty-seven and had lived alone for the better part of ten years. “Yeah, Dad. Doing okay.” James said, somewhere between sarcasm and … Continue reading Lost in Thought (A Short Story)