It happens to every writer. It’s inevitable.
Yes, I write about myself. I write about my life. I write what I know.
Think “maybe if I [take a shower/go for a walk/go grab a cup of coffee/whatever]” an idea will come to me.
Don’t worry, male writers — if you’re planning on writing a book that includes female characters and are worried about what this thread might say about you, we have a handy little trick you can use.
No one will ever see you the way a writer will.
Choosing to follow the creative path is not for the weak of heart. People who prefer a linear life should steer clear of making a living through words.
Yes, this is really my job. And yes, I get paid for it.
We’re tired of people who use the work we’re not proud of to judge us.
I was able to get a chance to know what I love to do, what moves me, and I don’t want to waste that. Not everybody gets the chance to know their calling.
If you have no idea what it means, you’re not the only one.