Comments on: How I Write

By: Jef

Jef — Sat, 24 May 2014 16:49:00 +0000

For the record, I think you have a lovely writing voice.

In The Artist’s Way, Julia Cameron suggests committing to writing three pages per day. You’re not to judge the work, just do it; the deal with God taking care of the quality, while you take care of the quantity.

It works well for me, because I can turn off my internal editor and vomit the story onto the page. Do you want to know what’s weird about this process? The work ends up being really good–not perfect–but the Big Kahuna is much better at quality control than I.

I think my t-shirt would have to read: I COME FROM WHITE TRASH. I find it best to set expectations low, so others are pleasantly surprised. 😉

By: Kari

Kari — Thu, 22 May 2014 12:39:53 +0000

” I come from show people”……this is why I freakin’ love you.

By: Amy

Amy — Thu, 22 May 2014 06:21:27 +0000

Please oh please tell me your book is about your circus background.

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How I Write — Tue, 20 May 2014 03:01:04 +0000

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By: Amanda Hill

Amanda Hill — Tue, 20 May 2014 01:49:03 +0000

In reply to Leigh Ann. TRU DAT OMG I WANT THAT SHIRT.

By: Virginia Woodruff

Virginia Woodruff — Tue, 20 May 2014 00:54:53 +0000

I love it all, especially this: “First, I get a cup of herbal tea. Then, I sit at my desk and work away for five uninterrupted hours.
Hahahahahahahaha. Ha.”
Maybe we can help each other get over our busy lives/procrastination and back to the writing table.

By: Leigh Ann

Leigh Ann — Mon, 19 May 2014 21:13:11 +0000

Writing everyday is HARD. Why is it so hard to do something we say we love? Poppycock.

I really want to order you a tshirt that says “I come from show people.”

By: julie gardner

julie gardner — Mon, 19 May 2014 20:59:58 +0000

Almost everything I wrote used to have a humorous slant but no I’ve lost that – or I’ve at least lost the confidence required to take a stab at it.

Trying to be funny is a risk, isn’t it?

I imagine myself laughing, snorts and tears and all that, and the rest of the room is full of cricket chirps.

Everyone knows crickets should NOT be indoors.

(Except for the ones you have to buy and keep in a cage and provide refrigerated sustenance for so they can grow up to be food for your son’s gecko. THOSE crickets are awesome. I mean *expensive*.)

Anyway.

I’ve been all about the heart and the feelings and the deep emotions in the past year and a half. Or so. And I want to get my funny back.

This post is making me the tiniest bit brave about it.

Soon. Maybe soon.