There’s a quiet, persistent fear that creeps into a lot of would-be writers’ minds. It usually arrives disguised as a sensible question, but it carries . . .
There comes a point — usually somewhere between draft number three and “why am I doing this to myself?” — when writing stops feeling like . . .
Every aspiring writer has been there: staring at a blank page, paralyzed by the weight of creating something perfect. The cursor blinks mockingly. Hours pass. . . .
The image of the writer hunched over a typewriter, cigarette dangling from their lips, fueled by nothing but coffee and creative passion, has dominated our . . .