“If we are passionate about writing… we will make room for writing with nary a thought to logistics.”Read more "“Passion Makes Time To Pursue The Lover.”"
It’s November 1st, have you started your novel yet? This month dawns on a weather beaten nation high on mini candy bars and waiting (somewhat) anxiously for Election Day. November 1st also happens to be the start day for NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo (let’s call it NNWM from now on, shall we? Those […]Read more "Foolish Follies and Finished Novels"
Robots and Dinosaurs (From Come As You Are, a novel in progress) By Elizabeth Cutright © 2012 The Daily Creative Writer Hannah softly finished off the last verse of Old MacDonald had a Farm as her baby brother’s eyes fluttered closed. Fussy all day – probably due to all the cooing and cuddling as he […]Read more "Life as a starting point."
Contrasts and Comparisons By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) It was the sort of exhaustion that takes over your entire body – wrapping you up in a gossamer web of steely threads. Gillian felt paralyzed, and she knew it had more to do with emotional exertions than anything overtly physical. […]Read more "Let your character tell the story."
The Faintest Ink By Elizabeth Cutright I’m sure you’ve had the experience of happening upon an old piece of writing – maybe a short story from grammar school or a love poem from the 16-year-old-you, maybe even that earnest college paper about the fall of the Roman Empire – and buckling under that powerful cringe […]Read more "Fail, Fumble and Fall – but make sure to get it all on paper."
The Fuse is Lit By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) He never could get used to the relative quiet of the newsroom. Although he’d never actually worked at any of the “big time” newspapers, his first memories as a journalist always included the roar of the presses, not the hum of […]Read more "Character Introductions"
It (Doesn’t) Go Without Saying By Elizabeth Cutright (Excerpted from East Junction, a novel in progress) Richard Pale squinted out from under his Bruins baseball hat at the solitary figure of his only son, Danny Pale, intermittently pitching golf balls into the wasteland of the desert. Wasteful and rebellious as always, this strange son who belonged […]Read more "Narrative Dialogue"