Monthly Archives: August 2015

Wrapping Up

Posted on August 7, 2015 by karinwritesdangerously

There’s a lot of truth to the idea that writing a novel is a marathon, not a sprint. As I finally begin wrapping up a major revision of my children’s novel, I’m seeing the light at the end of the … Continue reading →

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Defining Desire

Posted on August 6, 2015 by karinwritesdangerously

“Never underestimate the reader’s imagination. It is more powerful than all your fine writing. True skill consists in inspiring, rather than in substituting yourself for it.” David Lavender Great advice, isn’t it? It’s from a recent issue of The Writer … Continue reading →

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Happy Idling

Posted on August 5, 2015 by karinwritesdangerously

“So you see the imagination needs moodling—long, inefficient, happy idling, dawdling and puttering. These people who are always briskly doing something and as busy as waltzing mice, they have little, sharp, staccato ideas. . . . But they have no … Continue reading →

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Pencil Perfect

Posted on August 4, 2015 by karinwritesdangerously

Roald Dahl would sharpen six Dixon Ticonderoga pencils every morning before he began writing. John Steinbeck preferred a Blackwing 602. If like me, you are a lover of writing process and the low-tech tools of our trade, then finding out … Continue reading →

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Conference Tips

Posted on August 3, 2015 by karinwritesdangerously

Attending a writing conference can be so exciting and empowering! It’s also a wonderful way to signal to yourself and to those around you that you are committed to writing dangerously and taking your work to the next level. That’s … Continue reading →

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Something Wonderful

Posted on August 1, 2015 by karinwritesdangerously

“A poem should begin in delight and end in wisdom,” the great Robert Frost once said. And here’s a delightfully wise poem of his — all the more amazing because he actually wrote it in July (see Snowy Evening for … Continue reading →

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