When I say I love scary stories, I am exponentially understating things. And when October hits, there is nothing I love more than a good scary story. I want them so badly. But not every scary story hits the same. In this brief manifest-o* I will outline what kind of stories
Category: About Writing
“Don’t make the joke,” I tell myself. “People are going to take it the wrong way.” Unfortunately for the tiny sliver of brain I devote to common sense, once a thought makes me giggle, it’s only a matter of time before I act on it. Or, make the joke out loud
So, it’s that time again—NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, which is November since the first letters are the same as in novel; cute innit?). I’ve done many NaNoWriMos in the past, but am passing on the official game this year due to issues with the org itself (from a scandal last
Hang around enough writers groups and creative writing classes, and you’ll come across history’s most emetic sandwich: the compliment sandwich. That overly prescriptive, insincere way of giving feedback in a praise-criticism-praise formula that leaked out of the corporate jargon vanity management book world and into the real world where it could
Writing routines can really be quite a double-edged sword. There’s the obvious good side: developing good habits (the *doing* the writing part being, of course, the most important), and using memory cues to help you jump back into your story efficiently. (On that note, just look at the old psychological studies
With ChatGPT all over the news, everyone who loves juvenile humor is an honorary francophone. It turns out that, spoken aloud, “ChatGPT” sounds like “Chat j’ai pété,” which translates to “Cat, I farted.” This will likely be the greatest contribution that ChatGPT will make to society. I see all sorts of
If I had a penny every time someone pitched an idea at me to ask if I thought it had legs, I’d still not have enough to buy a soda (curse you, inflation!), but I’d still have a big mess of pennies to fit up and cram into a coin purse.
The first time I encountered the “Two Kinds of Writers” trope was in college, when a creative writing class I was in decided to bond, literarily speaking , by mutually looking down on those talentless, soulless hacks who use such a gauche thing as an *outline* to write their formulaic dreck.
As strange as it may seem, given how governed by whims I am, I like having a *reason* for everything I do. I’m not saying it has to be a good reason, but I like there to be a reason that’s solid (at least, solid by my own—admittedly twisted—standards). It is