by Hillary DePiano | Feb 29, 2020 | Evergreen, On Writing: Craft and Commiseration
Writing by hand There’s something about taking a favorite pen and a pretty notebook and just letting the words pour out. It’s an almost magical process where ideas can flow directly through your hand through the satisfying physical sensation of ink on...
by Hillary DePiano | Feb 20, 2020 | Evergreen, Mistress Novel, On Writing: Craft and Commiseration, Personally...
Happy new years, friends! Is it just me or has this year simultaneously been flying by and also felt it’s already been at least five years long? Have you managed to wrap your head around the whole 2020 thing yet? I still can’t write it without feeling like I...
by Hillary DePiano | Nov 30, 2019 | Evergreen, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), On Writing: Craft and Commiseration, Uncategorized
Write for the job you want, not the one you have There’s an expression that says, “Dress for the job you want, not the job you have,” and it applies well to your writing life. Even though you’re just starting out, you likely know where you...
by Hillary DePiano | Nov 22, 2019 | Evergreen, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), On Writing: Craft and Commiseration
NaNoWriMo is nearly over. Only 8 days until this whole wild challenge is behind us and we’re swept up in the holiday chaos that accelerates us all into the end of the year. I know some of you have already reached or even surpassed 50,000 words and I want you to know...
by Hillary DePiano | Nov 18, 2019 | Evergreen, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), On Writing: Craft and Commiseration, Uncategorized
Consider yourself warned: There’s a point, usually around the halfway point of your story but not always, when you will hit a moment of crisis. This story is a mess, my writing is awful, the characters are flat and dull, and the whole thing is falling apart. Why...
by Hillary DePiano | Nov 15, 2019 | Evergreen, National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), On Writing: Craft and Commiseration, Uncategorized
It was summer. My daughter was five years old and just learning to go underwater. All-day long she’d done tentative little dips, dunking her face, sliding across the surface of the water. Then she dropped her goggles. She lunged for them, but it was too late....
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