Word for Words Blog for Writers

It may sound strange to think of writing more as a craft than a fine art, but for me that's what writing is, the sense of continual appr...

All the lights are turned off, except one, the electronics are powered down, except the PC, and the snow is falling, mostly silent, as the d...

It would be great if this meant I'm being fought over, but that's not the case, at least not today. The tearing is on the inside, be...

I'm glad I never read "The Great Gatsby" in school. It would have become another homework assignment instead of a love affair....

One of best things that happened to me as a writer was having to commute an hour and half to a new job. At first it seemed more like a curse...

The day is closed and gray. Rain splatters the earth, and the branches of the scarecrow trees scratch the sky. There's nothing in this d...

It could be that moment, fleeting, in morning when winter clouds enfold the sunrise, or the sound of turtle doves flushed warm from the unde...

Never being sure exactly what will happen when I sit down to write can be scary, but it's exciting, too, and an encouragement that the r...