Category: About Writing
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Just who is the 13-year-old boy at the center of my debut novel? Corey Calhoun isn’t the type of person who demands attention. If you were with him in a crowded room, you might miss him entirely. If he was in your class, you’d probably forget his name. He is cloaked in invisibility as he…
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When I start a book, I have but the vaguest of an outline. I can speak in generalities about the plot and overarching themes. I know the broad strokes. I know the tone I want to set. I see the colors of the book insofar as they express its mood. I know it on a…
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I sat there in that cramped seat, shifting my weight around, trying any position possible to find comfort. I don’t think airplane seats used to be this small, but every year I think they close in by another half inch. Either that, or my waist is expanding by that same measurement. We’ll go with the…
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I sat at the table last night, staring at the backlit screen, cursor blinking after the last word I had written more than a day ago. I stared, waiting on inspiration to strike, the self-imposed deadline I set weighing heavily in the back of my mind. If I don’t write at least 1,000 words tonight,…