I had lofty ideals when I started Oh The Squalor.
As a writer, I wanted to connect with other writers, tell my story and have the opportunity to hear theirs.
The problem is that… well… it’s not that easy. There are countless forums and other areas to connect with writers, and one man’s blog just isn’t the ideal platform. Writer blogs are much better suited as outreach platforms from established writers that need to connect with their audience, or as opportunities for writers to provide writing tips. Continue reading
I had just slogged through editing my novel – the one I’ve been talking about for a while – for… an undefined period of time.
I reached a point in a scene where the scenery and feel changed.
It felt like a natural stopping point, so I decided to call it a day on the editing front. I’d been at it a while. I felt good about what I’d done. I knew that I must’ve gotten through quite a bit.
Past and future
I’ve been writing novels – with vary degrees of success – for the last year and a half.
When I first got back into writing, December 2014, I started with random stuff. A scene here or there. Something that came to me while I was walking or at work. Or driving. For whatever reason, the best ideas always come when I’m driving.
The point is that I was just trying to get the muscle to flex again. I wasn’t being picky.
Yesterday, Friday March 18th was Match Day.
Match Day is referred to as the “NFL Draft of Medicine.” It is when fourth year medical students – after countless hours, blood, sweat, and tears, and dozens of interviews – are assigned their residency spot.
It’s actually a weird process if you don’t know anything about it, and I encourage you to check out the article I linked to above.
I’m just going to give the Cliff Notes version here.
I’ve been writing every day for over a year. It’s a rule. I swear by it. I haven’t missed a day yet.
It’s important to me. Honestly, it has become part of my identity. It’s also become a lot easier to do every day. Somewhere during the past year or so, it has simply metamorphosed into a part of my day.
I shower every day. I eat every day. I walk the dog every day. I write every day.
I couldn’t imagine a day without it. Continue reading
I read my NaNo in January, overcoming a significant psychological block in the process.
Well, let’s start with some background.
Can you see the squalor?
I love stories. I love stories.
Stories are remarkable. There is simply nothing like them.
They have the power to capture you, to truly take hold of you. They can break your heart. They can be instructive. They have the power to inspire. Stories can leave you aching to re-live them for months, years, longer. Continue reading