Life
My book is out, what now?
Trying to get your book out into the world has to be one of the most challenging things I have come across. Honestly, I thought everything would be easy after my book was published. Being a writer is the easiest part when it comes to coming up with a story, typing it, doing the research yourself, and then just sending it off to the publicist.
By stephanie borgesabout a year ago in Writers
One Week of Pleasing and Angry Things
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What if? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers prompts — The Exercise: Over the period of a week or so, write down ten things that made you angry, but don’t try to explain why. Over the same time period, do the same for ten things that pleased you. Be very specific. Statements like, “I felt good when I woke on Wednesday morning,” are too vague to carry any conviction~~ and this could have happened to anyone. “I ran into Ms. Butler, my third-grade teacher, in the Star Market, and she said hello to me by my right name” is specific and could only have happened to you. The Objective: You may not use most of what you’ve written down, but you will have practiced viewing your immediate world as a garden full of fictional seeds.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
Getting Back Into Gear
Introduction I normally publish two or three Vocal stories a day, but over the last week, I have struggled to even publish one. There are reasons for this, which I shall elucidate here, but this is my second piece today no I am getting back into gear. I also hope this is helpful for other creators who hit similar situations.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Writers
Chasing Dreams in the Chaos of Everyday Life. Top Story - August 2025.
I never know how much time I’ll get, so I’ll be honest and plunge right in: I’m a mom writing during quiet moments — lunch breaks, nap times, late evenings — whenever the fires are out and the world calms.
By Ashley Orellanaabout a year ago in Writers
One Bully I Encountered At An Early Age
Anne Bernays and Pamela Painter — What if? Writing Exercises for Fiction Writers prompts — The Exercise: First, think about your childhood between the ages of six and twelve and try to recall someone whose memory, even now, has the power to invoke strong, often negative feelings in you. Was that person the class bully, the clown, the daredevil, the town snob, the neighborhood bore, etc? Write down details of what you remember about this person. How she looked and talked. Did you ever have any encounters with this person? Or did you just observe her from a distance?Next, if you haven't seen this person for ten years or longer, imagine what she is doing now, where she lives, etc. Be specific.If you had a long acquaintance with this person, or still know her, imagine where she will be ten years from now.The Objective: To understand how our past is material for our imaginations and how writing well can be the best revenge.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Writers
🔥 The Hidden Storm Behind My Smile
They name me Golden retriever, A ray of endless sunshine, “Sweetheart” and “dear,” With laughter like music, And kindness that flows like water. But what they don’t see Beneath this polished glow Is something restless, Coiled tight beneath my skin. A golden serpent shifting, A storm trapped inside a teacup, Silent yet fierce, Ready to strike. At times I burn like the sun, Radiance spilling everywhere, Painting skies in fierce colours, Crackling with intensity. Yet manners bind me, Soft words restrain me, Social graces cage the storm, Politeness locking the beast away. But today, She pushes at the edges— A wild force Unwilling to bow To pompous men in perfect suits, Whose arrogance Is buttoned into their ties. Their pride falters, Their voices dry, As they kneel to the weight Of their own illusions. It is not weakness that binds me— My teeth ache to snap, My patience burns low. But still, I wear the mask: Gentle. Pleasant. Smiling for the world. Yet inside, The storm scratches at my ribs, Begging to be freed. And on days like this, I ache to let her out.
By Mirwais Hashamiabout a year ago in Writers




