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Read/Write: Spunk and Bite
The best authors use language as a playground, and Arthur Plotnik swings from those monkey bars with abandon. Read more…
Tag Archives: writing fiction
Read/Write: Book of Poisons
Like many authors, I’d probably be held for questioning if the FBI searched my bookshelves. My reference library includes books on knives, books on explosives, books on improvised anti-personnel devices, books on hacking computer security, and books on building nuclear devices in your bathtub. But I think the one book that would raise the most eyebrows at Homeland Security would be The Book of Poisons, by Serita Stevens and Anne Bannon. Read more…
Language Is The Key To Being Alien
There is no aspect of a culture more pervasive and more influential than language. Language is a reflection of thought, and in turn influences thought. It separates us and unites us. And for writers exploring new species and new cultures, it ultimately defines what is alien. Read more…
The Untold Story
There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you. — Zora Neale Hurston Read more…
Read/Write: Structuring Your Novel
K.M. Weiland’s blog is a tremendous source of inspiration and practical help to aspiring authors, so it was with considerable excitement that we awaited the publication of Structuring Your Novel. Weiland did not disappoint. Read more…
Fiction is a Puzzle
As a wordplay enthusiast and puzzle designer, I’m often struck by the similarities between puzzle design and writing fiction. Both writers and puzzle constructors engage their audiences in a competition they have every intention of losing. Read more…
Elusive Dreams, Part 2
Dreams have sparked countless artistic breakthroughs, but to the author who sits at the keyboard struggling to squeeze a drop of creativity out of his or her parched brain, dreams can be one of nature’s cruelest taunts.
Three simple habits can help us to hold onto more of those details. Read more…
Elusive Dreams, Part 1
Terror shot through my body and catapulted me out of bed, gasping for breath. Something had awakened me. A shout in the dark of the night, close to my ear.
I checked my wife. She was still sound asleep. But then she spoke out again. Read more…
