Novel Writing Tips: Writing the First Draft of Your Novel

As of last Tuesday, the first draft of my novel is complete - finished, wrapped up, doneskies. I’m absolutely intoxicated from the high of “wow, I just wrote my first novel.” Even more exciting: I spent just 22 days writing it - for some reason, I decided to do a solo NaNoWriMo in July, and …

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Writing a Novel: Productive Writing Tips for People With ADHD

  This isn’t something I talk about often - because most of the time I don’t see the benefit of mentioning it - but I have ADHD. I’ve had it since I was young, and I’ve struggled a lot through it not being acknowledged and later from misdiagnosis. Once I figured out what was up, …

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Analyzing Poetry: What’s Good and What’s Not?

Unpopular Opinion: All Poetry is Good Poetry I read a lot of poetry, in a lot of different styles: Wordsworth, Keats, Sexton, Czaga, Ginsberg, Plath, Peters (and far too many more to list). Each of these poets has their own unique style, and there’s no question in my mind whether they can be considered poets …

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Part Eleven: The Creature

The Creature You stand on your toes, stretch to reach the window and can only barely see through; a fine film of dust and grime cover the once transparent glass. You feel like a kid again, eavesdropping on your parents from the next room over. This time, though, fear is deeply rooted in your stomach …

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Poem: Memory Film of Point Roberts

Memory Film of Point Roberts   Summer of ‘98 and the russet hatchback swings into a narrow, flower lined driveway. Poppies, lavender, chrysanthemums intertwine to create a marbled smudge, a watercolor painting. Further on the indigo, wind-blown log cabin perched upon a bluff blends in to the sky beyond, a two-dimensional backdrop, dangerous, a sharp …

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Part Ten: The Descent

The Descent The weight of the silence wraps around you like snow on a street at midnight. It feels different than the rest, hollow, as though inside a vacuum. You breathe in and you breathe out, in and out in and out, rapid, laboured. You wait. Your chest is tight but quickly, silently, you make …

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