writer and commercial fishing wife
In this rewrite of my novel, Weaving Winter, I’ve been focusing a lot on paring the story down to what it’s really meant to be.
I’ve cut locations, erased plot lines, even banished some of the faithful characters who had managed to survive previous drafts.
Read MoreIt’s a well-known fact that writers are an insecure lot in general.
I have to say that I’m no different. I worry about a nearly endless list of things all the time.
Since writing is such a solitary pursuit, it’s easy to compare myself to others and think that I’m the only one who’s afraid.
Read MoreThe more times I go over my book, the more little scraps of discarded scenes end up strewn across my hard-drive. Some of them are terrible and never deserve to see the light of day, but others were perfectly good, but just don’t serve my story anymore. Some, I’m even quite fond of.
Read MoreTell me if this sounds familiar: Work for two minutes. Check phone. Work a bit. Check phone. Try to get back into work, but you’re interrupted by a ping from your cell phone. It’s just a notification to tell you a new episode of your favorite podcast has been released, but now that you’re holding your […]
Read MoreI think it was the quiet that woke me. I cracked my eyes open, squinting against the bright sun that had been shining since we’d reached Alaskan waters three days before. It took me a moment to realize that the constant roar of the boat’s engine was gone. I could hear nothing but the ringing […]
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