It’s the same table, only I’m on the other side, inflicting on others what I’d found so painful myself.
My Week as a Literary Agent. Ish.
Category: The Blue Iris
“Is The Filthy Language Really Necessary?”
Yes, my characters speak coarsely and no, I’m not sorry.
Did You Come This Far To Only Come This Far?
I'm just going to put it out there: sometimes that rear-view mirror is the only way forward.
Thank You Isn’t Close to Enough (But It’s All I’ve Got?)
Launching the Blue Iris revealed that in some ways, I'm still eleven years old...and though chasing the meaningful arrangement of words is my whole schtick, I've got nothing anywhere close to what I'm actually trying to say.
What’s Next? (When Beginnings Feel Like “The End”)
The closer we get to thirty, the absence of the direction we think we're supposed to have by now starts feeling a lot like failure.
3 Things In My Novel That Happened In Real Life
Sometimes, you end up with something on the page that straight-up happened in real life. And by God, it works.
Rachel Stone 