~ The Evening Muse #8 ~ Like most writers I constantly battle with confidence and the lack of constant validation (especially since I'm not publishing regularly anymore), but I've come to realize that one way to battle that is to simply adopt a certain amount of delusion -- an elevated sense of self and ability … Continue reading A Certain Amount of Delusion
~ This is #TheEveningMuse on #ruckology ~ *Written late last week when I was feeling a bit overwhelmed. The irony, the frustration is this: when you’re young with less responsibilities and obligations taxing your free time, you’re not quite skilled enough to be the writer you will eventually become as a seasoned 30-something and beyond. … Continue reading The Evening Muse 7 | A Writer’s Plight
Expedience – I read a lot. Of course that goes without saying. Just the other day I heard Stephen King say he is an omnivorous reader, and I agreed I am the same. Voracious, in fact. However – and because of this – I need to do a lot of using the speed-reading technique (as … Continue reading The Evening Muse 6 | The Need for Speed & Selectiveness
Last night, for the first time ever, I honestly had the thought that I wish I did not have any talent. You see, if I had absolutely no talent then I would not have the burden of it. Now I'm no psychology expert, but a thought like that from someone, anyone, is certainly cause for … Continue reading The Evening Muse 5 | Cause for Alarm?
As we entered Daylight Savings Time this past week and gave up an hour of our lives to Spring forward, I was reminded that I have a strange – or more specifically, strained – relationship with time. I have often felt an unending urge to beat time, somehow, someway. There has always been this ticking … Continue reading The Evening Muse 4 | Tick-Tock
Ever wanna just bury your head in the sand and say fuckitall? Then maybe hideaway in your underground bunker and just play videogames, watch art house movies about existentialism, play your guitar, write tortured poetry in a jumbled journal, listen to ambient music on a repeated loop, draw disturbing images in an unused sketch pad, … Continue reading The Evening Muse 3 | Fuckitall!
As I prepare to put ass to seat and fingers to keyboard for four hours of work on my own novel tonight, I contemplate the aspects of fiction that are most important to me. One particular thing that’s absolutely essential for me, particularly in long form fiction is plot. I’ve recently come to realize that … Continue reading The Evening Muse 2 | Lost the Plot