The Art of Breaking Things. My Love for Philadelphia Soars.

Upgrade to paid account! A tristeza de nunca ser bastante . I know its been a million years since I posted here, but Im officially moving this blog over to wordpress. Its too much hassle to deal with both and Im going to start posting more regularly over there. Writing Away And A Book Cover.

My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over. Writing tight, concise prose is difficult, no matter what age group we write for or what genre. I stumbled across an article. It got a grade 5 readability. One of fourteen sentences was hard to read. The post contained one adverb and two phrases in need of simpler alternatives.

Okay, so maybe December was a. APRIL is my new goal for finishing a draft of my suffragette novel. Also, I have been playing with tumblr. 8220; A Skeleton Story. Then, this fall, because I was in .

Thoughts on sports and sports writing. Same clothes; listen to the. Same music; walk the. In shoes that no one owns; work. At moves that none can stop; sweat. Through workouts that never end; push. But you believe in yourself. At the end of the day. The Artistic Process writing, painting and maybe even some football.

Reflections on how young adults read and how not-quite-so-young adults teach and write for them. On Writing and the Struggle to Keep Control. Over the structure of a plot and the events that happen in a story.