My Fitbit died last week. It had always been on my wrist (other than showers) for the last year and a half. It held me accountable for moving more, celebrated when I moved a lot more, and actually told me the time. Something is missing that had become part of me.
By JC Lynne Caution: Shameless plugs ahead. I don’t know about you, but the deeper we get into 2020, the more I feel like we’re living in a dystopian novel. An overwritten, overly dramatic, dystopian novel.
By David E. Sharp Originally posted July 2019 While I try to avoid generalized statements, I believe there is a strong case for this one. Who else would put themselves through the agony of word counts, shitty first drafts, killing your darlings, receiving criticism with a smile and a thank you and stacks upon stacksContinue reading “Writers Are Passionate People”
By Ronda Simmons Originally Posted June 2019 I have a virtual sticky note on the monitor in my office. It’s a quote from Stephen King: Talent is a wonderful thing, but it won’t carry a quitter. More than anything lately, it’s what keeps me writing. I recently sent off my latest screenplay for a professionalContinue reading “The Art of Persistence: Or How to Love The Re-write”