A Little Pixie Dust on Writerfairys

Sometimes you just have to stick to your dreams. This essay is about how that worked for me.

Killing It

Writing your first novel is like committing your first murder. You’re tentative. You hesitate. Your weak stabs don’t penetrate. You fumble, drop the thought, run away screaming. You peek around the door jamb to see if the body is still there where you left it, not breathing, or worse, moaning, “Come back, come back; finish the job.” But if you’re really intent on doing this thing, you learn to make the cuts deeper, to twist the rope harder, to hang on longer until it’s done. When the madness passes, you step back from the body and survey the scene. Did… Read More