The definition of what a writer is has been debated within the writing community for ages. What are the parameters? What do you have to have accomplished in order to be considered one? Do you have to finish a novel? Publish something? Get picked up by one of the Big Five houses? Do you need to be on the New York Times bestseller list?
But here’s the thing: if you think you’re a writer, you are one.
Read More Yes, You’re A “Real” Writer
So we’ve done all the messy stuff, all the major structural surgery. Now, it’s time to get down to the nitty-gritty—polishing off that revision. Treat it like a second revision. Save it under a new file name. Change the font. Print it out, if you can. Think on a word- and sentence-level. Though the big […]
Read More The Final Polish: Alex’s Guide to Revision Part 4
Here’s the thing: we don’t need to have a slightly-overweight-turned-lean-warrior girl searching for her kidnapped father for there to be moral ambiguity. That’s like saying a story can’t have drama in it unless there’s a love triangle, or a manuscript doesn’t have any suspense in it unless it’s a murder-mystery. The truth you’re not seeing is those dumb high school stories can be rich with moral ambiguity, too.
Read More #MorallyComplicatedYA
Because I’m going back into the query trenches soon.
Read More What I’ve Learned: Querying Edition
You can’t just sit down at a computer and crap out a book. Okay, so this might seem pretty obvious to most of you. Writing takes work, right? But when I first started out writing several years ago, I didn’t get this. My first stories—most of them fanfictions—were posted online without any editing or proofreading. […]
Read More What I’ve Learned: Writing Edition
Finally, my manuscript was complete. Finished. Fini. Terminado. Finito. I was done. I felt like the proud mother of an extraordinarily unconventional child. I could lay my characters to rest, content in the knowledge that I’d left them where they were supposed to be, that I’d solved their problems. I had succeeded—I’d finished writing the monstrosity that had occupied a space in the back of my mind for the last fourteen months. Now, all I’ll have to do is edit this thing, I’d thought to myself, a peaceful smile dancing upon my lips.
Read More Why Trying to Get Published Sucks
I was wrong. So, so wrong.