Most publications have some equivalent of the Wall of Shame. It’s a place where the staff can post the most ridiculous examples of bad author behavior or comically inappropriate submissions. Every so often, when we need a bit of an ego boost from schadenfreude, we can all look at it and say, “Well, at least I’m not that bad.” Continue reading
Recently, I’ve been finding myself very annoyed with writers who blur the line between fiction and nonfiction. This takes the form of an author presenting a novel as an autobiography (think A Million Little Pieces) and in the form of an author presenting an autobiography as a novel (you know who you are). Both strike me as the writer failing to do their job.
It’s winter break. And that means I’m working on things that I wish I’d had time to do all semester. In this case, that means I’m installing bookshelves and getting my collection onto shelves. You may wonder what this has to do with writing. But the value of getting organized is invaluable for any writer who wants to be productive.