For years and years and years I kept a journal – which was like a private blog, before blogging existed. And no one read it – it was written for me. 389 more words
Tags » Writing Discipline
There’s one thing I’ve known almost as long as I’ve been a writer: you must make time for writing.
I guess every writer has experienced that moment when someone met by chance, learning what you do, says ‘I could write a book, if only I had the time.’ And you bite your tongue rather than say, ‘If you really were a writer, you’d make the time.’ That’s what a writer is after all, someone who writes. 308 more words
Since the writing bug first bit me, I have been passionate about writing. I lived, breathed, dreamed, and talked story, story, story. My characters were often my only childhood companions and my story worlds gave me imaginary outlets to explore during a sometimes lonely youth. 671 more words