For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking about all the topics I might write about in my upcoming blog spot. I thought about blogging about a couple of the books I recently read. One of them was Hooked, by Les Egderton(which was excellent, by the way) and his take on story beginnings. Then I considered discussing the book Story Engineering, by Larry Brooks and his ideas about the structure of a novel. All of that fell apart though, when after an already stressful couple of weeks, I heard about the tragedy in Florida on Sunday. Continue reading
The summer I was ten, my mom handed me a towering stack of young adult books she bought at a yard sale. Judy Blume anyone? That summer I read so many books, by the end of the stack, my parents were begging me to go outside and close the page. This started a long battle of people telling me that I was spending too much time on things that made my heart soar.