Tagged: Writing Life

  • Why Do We Write?

    by: Shannon Redmon @shannon_redmon That’s a question all authors must answer at some point in their careers. There are many different reasons—some toll away for days on end hoping for big payoffs, while others want the fame and fortune of bestsellers like Nicolas Sparks or James Patterson. Not all writers…

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  • The Best Advice I Ever Gleaned From an Interview

    by Ane Mulligan  @AneMulligan In 2007, a couple of writing buddies and I had a blog called Novel Journey. We were aspiring newbies, soaking up all we could learn to get published. I got bold and following the instructions on his website, I hand wrote a letter to Dean Koontz,…

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  • Where are you on the #writing trail?

    by Lynn H. Blackburn @LynnHBlackburn One of my family’s favorite things to do is to ride the Virginia Creeper Trail. Built on an old railroad bed, the Virginia Creeper Trail offers a unique biking experience. Seventeen miles. Downhill. Really. [tweet_box design="default" float="none" inject="@LynnHBlackburn on @BRMCWC #writerslife #pubtips"]Where are you on…

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  • Beware the Post-Conference Writing Blues

    by Edie Melson @EdieMelson We're about two weeks away from the end of the 2023 Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference. It's always one of the high points of my year, but it's also an exhausting experience. And that exhaustion isn't limited just to those directing a conference or on…

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  • Dear Writer, Are You Holding Up Your Shield?

    by Katy Kauffman @KatyKauffman28 “I just can’t do this.” I heard the door creak, and hope leaked from my spirit. “I’ll never get this done. Too much editing. I’m so tired.” The door creaked longer the second time. “Should I just stop?” Another creak started, then stopped, as I remembered…

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  • Dear Writer: A Letter About Discouragement

    By Penny Reeve Dear Writer, Have you met Discouragement yet? I have. She hovers close by the door of my office. She twiddles her fingers by my lounge. She stares over my shoulder as I brush my teeth and whispers ‘Why bother?’ or ‘You’re not good enough’ or ‘Just give…

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