If I had one piece of advice to give to aspiring writers, it would be this: join a critique group.
I have been writing since childhood, and the instant I discovered the local writing guild, I joined it. 798 more words
I came to university as a mature aged student. I was 26, hadn’t even finished high school. Now I’m ‘that guy': completed two degrees with distinction averages, got a first class honours, almost finished a PhD that’s heavy on the critical theory, got a giant brain crush on Foucault. 639 more words
One of the most common four-word phrases in journalism (after “the CMS from hell”) must be “don’t read the comments.” A lot of newsrooms treat reader comments as the equivalent of the town dump: They’re something you need to have, and you want to spend as little time as possible there. 488 more words
On the train back from London from my Operacoast audition for their summer project of Manon. Mostly feeling positive, I didn’t sing perfectly, but you never do under the circumstances of an audition; palms sweaty, heart racing as you try to remember your name, let alone what aria you’re about to sing. 314 more words