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The Writing Life

I don’t care how many people like Jane Austen; I don’t care for her and I never will. I can’t be intellectually pressured into liking her, Poe, Dickinson, or Hemingway. I’m sure this makes me a terrible English Major, but I never would have published their works.

Three Uses of the Knife

Mamet’s opening line stops me in my tracks. ‘It is in our nature to dramatize.’ (p.1) Well, really? Let’s unravel this: dramatisation is part of human behaviour, we dramatise—this is very obvious. An organism’s ‘nature’ is, by definition, what it does. Maybe I’m falling prey to my own critique of the shiftless modern reader, but isn’t this a little prosaic…

The Heath Introduction to Fiction, 6th Edition

The Internet, in spite of its negative aspects, provides an opportunity to diversify. We have easier access to global fiction and a much larger map of less familiar worlds than ever before in our history. We should explore those worlds fully with innocent, wondering eyes, not thrash around in their waters…

Pen of Fire

In the end, she says it is about overcoming the fear that can hold you back, and I am the biggest example of how being fearful can lead to procrastination. I have always wanted to start writing, and even to start a blog, but I kept putting it off because I was afraid that it would not be well received. I was afraid to discover that I wasn’t really a writer after all. It is time for me to start taking the author’s advice.

The Faith of a Writer

According to Oates, I was born damned. In other words, I really don’t have a choice but to write. She asserts that artists struggle throughout their lives to attain redemption by way of creative expression…

The Voice of the Muse

My healing lies in a place of self-embrace, where sizes are stretched and words are dressed in colorful tunics embroidered with lace from foreign lands no map can chart. My healing lies in the space between…

Writing Begins with the Breath

This has been the most difficult book I’ve ever experienced – like watching a car crash and not being able to look away. There were times when I was screaming inside with resistance, hating the truths she…

Long Quiet Highway

What attracted me to it? Well…tricky question, that is. The book had been calling me for quite some time. The day I started reading it was one of the many days when I thought I had completed surrendering to the process. Little did I know…