You finished the book. Now cut the snow blocks.

You finished the book. Now cut the snow blocks.

I’m going to tell you about the worst nap I never took. Stick with me — this is about your manuscript, I promise. A few years back Walt and I were on Denali, in Alaska, five days into the climb. Eighty-pound pack on my back. Dragging a sled behind me with...
Your reader doesn’t care about your hippocampus

Your reader doesn’t care about your hippocampus

When I first started calling myself a writing instructor, shared my thoughts on the topic in black and white, I was convinced every writer I’d ever met—in a workshop, at grad school, out there in social media land—would see me for the fraud I feared myself to...
My greatest strength is quietly ruining me

My greatest strength is quietly ruining me

If you attended Deep Write Saturday, then you know all about writing prompts, which I offered up in case you didn’t know which direction to go. Writing prompts are a great way to unstick yourself, particularly when you’re trying to work linearly. I decided to take my...
720 pages and still no book

720 pages and still no book

The Zoom rang at 7 AM my time. Evening in Bali. Kris sat in candlelight — she doesn’t like overhead bulbs after dark, never has. We hadn’t talked in a couple of years. She’s a former client, a fellow traveler in the long messy business of writing a...