If a protagonist wakes up fully rested, eats breakfast, enjoys his day at work, comes home to his lovely wife and kids, fiddles on some project, and goes to bed, we might think one of two things: 1.) This is a terrible story. 2.) Uh-oh, everything’s going to hit the…
I know you do. You feel it when the credits roll and you’re glad you paid $9+ because it sparked something you haven’t quite identified yet. You feel it when you look at some landscape; it’s not just beautiful, it’s saying something. Sometimes it’s a snatch of music, a few notes, maybe just…
I’m in North Carolina right now. Since we have two young kids, we split the trip in half. Last night we camped. (Note to self: Camping with young kids on the longest day of the year may not have been the brightest idea.) My son Fyo was so excited about…
Discovered in my journal: Maybe I’m wrong. I’m not an expert. But it seems that so much of fiction today, deep down, is about me. Yes, fiction is personal. Yes, each writer has his own voice, his own point of view. That’s fine. That’s how it should be. But this me-ness is…