writing-craft

Writing is a bitch. It's an itch that I love to scratch.

If a pen can communicate our thoughts, dreams, and emotions and be the voice of our soul, then ink is the medium that carries the message.

I personally believe that one learns to write by writing.

A writer creates from his mind; his creations emanate from the feelings enmeshed deep within his heart. From the fire burning within his soul, he gives shape to his thoughts. His thoughts start to breathe. Every sentence breathes with a purpose.

An author is like an incompetent bricklayer - doesn't use mortar and keeps rearranging the bricks until someone tells him to stop.

...I__e never understood the logic that says a work doesn__ need to be judged on the quality of its writing or characters simply because its genre. On the other hand, I__e also never understood the logic of excusing a work from the need to tell a story worth telling about people worth knowing simply because the author writes pretty language or has some insights to offer.

...the most beautiful things don't always make you happy - often they make you weep...

poems are small moments of enlightenment

Be true to the writer within you; tell the story you're dying to tell in exactly the way you wish to tell it, and don't trust anyone who tries to sway you otherwise.

Stories not only give us a much needed practice on figuring out what makes people tick, they give us insight into how we tick.

We're not mad. We're inhabited

Characters begin as your children and become your teachers.

Does any (MFA) program really improve anybody, as much as simply identifying them? And, after identifying them, not ruining them?

I killed it," Athan lamented. "I am a fool." His righteous anger, his arguments, his adoration for the being who claimed Eldaloth's name faded and disintegrated with all the suffering life behind him. A poisonous dread seeped as deep into his soul as the exultant honor and pride he had felt just minutes before. The vast gap between the two emotions a crater into which his very soul plummeted in free-fall.

Does any program really improve anybody, as much as simply identifying them? And, after identifying them, not ruining them?

How many great gems were lost to thoughtand not put down to pen.You can but think of just a fewand then they're lost again.