Rebecca Mead devoted a section of a beautiful long article about Middlemarch in The New Yorker to investigating the provenance
I have long suspected I'm a cookie short of a dozen. I have always been vaguely aware that there's only a small distance between "whimsically creative" and "bat shit crazy" -- and that even at the best of times, crossing it would not be that much of a stretch for me.
Come on, give yourself a break.
Hey #NaNoWriMo, maybe not everyone has a novel in them. And that's totally OK.
Camp NaNoWriMo is the summertime version of National Novel Writing Month and provides an online gathering-place and support group for writers working on any type of writing project.
Writing is like vomiting, I learned: Just get it all out, and don't worry about what comes out. I needed a lot of words for my first book, Burn Zones.
A couple years ago my friends and I made a list of 52 goals we wanted to accomplish, the equivalent of a bucket list for a year's worth of achievable things. Most of them were simple goals, but measurable.
After seeing Birdman I decided every writer should see this movie. That's especially true if you're desperately hammering away at that novel you're trying to finish for National Novel Writing Month.
The secret to the success of the Writing Retreat, I believe, was that we created a place for our writers to work alone, together.
If you're trying to make a living as a fiction writer, I certainly know a great many self-published writers who are able to do that. Literary writers, or even commercial writers like me, have a tougher time making a solid income from our fiction.