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Spring training for writers, authors, editors and coaches
Spring is a great time to reignite passion. Something about warm weather and baseball puts a fire in my belly. So I thought, why not share? Most of you already know I offer intimate month-long programs where we work together, one-on-one via email and telephone, on you and your writing. I help you find your […]
“WOW Obgectives”
My son is 10. He’s a typical younger brother in that his favorite pastime is to torture his older brother. When he’s not doing that – in the moments between putting on pajamas and actually sleeping – he writes. It’s a nightly ritual. A stack of notebooks dating back to 2009 tower precariously on the […]
No Fuckery Allowed. Write on your terms.
In college, I juggled a full course load, a full-time job and a part-time job, and a social life. I’m an overachiever. I sort of specialize in getting shit done. Lucky for me, this website has become a great way to channel my urge to *do* something. (Read: write.) As it turns out, you need […]
Top three reasons writers give up
1 – They value everyone else’s time more than their own. An endless list of daily responsibilities takes precedence. 2 – Their paying gig eats most of their days away, leaving little oomph to pursue their writing. 3 – They think they aren’t good enough. And all three of those bullshit excuses translate to the […]
Writing and marketing. What YOU want.
Last week, I asked the kids on Facebook what they are burning to know about this thing we call writing. Questions came up about marketing and promoting, the pitfalls of a first-time author, self-publishing, building a fan base, and the time it takes to see substantial web traffic for your blog or website. Not one […]
A writer’s routine means sweet f*ck-all
I know writers who get up two hours early every day to get shit done before the world interferes. I know writers who shut off their phones and Facebook for their scheduled midday “writing time.” I know writers who have daily schedules, minutely defining when and how long they work on chapter XYZ, polish a […]
When you push past the bullshit
Confused, overwhelmed, exhausted. Frustrated, resentful, burned out. Unsure, hesitant, sacred shitless… blocked. Feelings we experience when we step up and go for it. Yes, everyone. No, it’s not permanent. Hustle through it. Or cry, whine, beg and pray through it. Either way, it will pass. And once it does, you’ll find confidence, inspiration, excitement, and […]
We don’t need help in the Oh-My-God-I-Suck Department
In fifth grade, I attended the all-girls, private Catholic school I’d been in since kindergarten, with kids who had last names like Demoulas and Sterling (look them up). Sister Catherine, our esteemed leader, hated us all. But she disliked me less – or appeared to anyway – because I grasped English. I could diagram the […]