Most-rejected novelist dies

My mom sent me this article, saying she thought I would appreciate it. And I do. Here’s a guy, Dick Wimmer, whose first novel, Irish Wine, was rejected 162 freaking times over 25 freaking years before it was finally published in 1989. He laid claim to being history’s most-rejected novelist, with his closest competitor being — Read More

Dealing with rejection

If you’re a writer who has dared to submit something for publication, then you have dealt with rejection. Unless you’re some lucky bastard, in which case go away. Writers, like most creative people, are sensitive, so it’s a cruel irony that the writing business is so insensitive. It’s like bootcamp for those of us born — Read More

“What’s your book about?”

You would think I’d not only welcome this question, but love it. What writer doesn’t want the opportunity to go on and on about the story she’s writing? I’ll tell you what writer — me. It’s not that I don’t enjoy discussing my stories, but I have this childish fear of jinxing them if I talk — Read More

What makes “good” dialogue?

My writing friend: This kid in my class said my dialogue isn’t realistic. Me: What’s that supposed to mean? My writing friend: No idea. Me: It shouldn’t be realistic. My writing friend: Huh? Me: If it was realistic, it would be, like, awful to read. My writing friend: Ya… Well… I guess… But– Nevermind. Right, — Read More

Grammar gripe: LOL BRB WTF WUT?

“OMG,” “LOL” and the symbol for “heart” have all been added to the Oxford English Dictionary Online. It’s true. You can read about it here. Sadly, I’m not surprised at all. I blame text messaging for the trend of conversing more and more in shorthand.  We have “smart” phones now. We are Tweeting and Facebooking — Read More

What would you call your work shed?

When you envision your ideal creative space, what do you see? I see one room with a desk, a chair, and a stone fireplace. For some reason, I also see a daybed. This is probably because I love naps. The floors are old hardwood. It’s quiet. It’s desolate. If I look out the window, there is a — Read More