I wouldn't literally eat a poisoned apple, but metaphorically I think I already have. The evil queen in disguise is my own psyche, and the apple is seeds of doubt fleshed out with insecurity, neurosis, and fear. Hard to believe anyone takes a bite of that. How long has it been since an agent asked …
Category: wishing
Surfacing
Do you have the secret to organization and balance? I know about lists. I even make lists. Where do the lists go? I think they drown in the sea of nonsense that is my desk. Anyone can make a list. Look. I'll make one right now. (in insignificant order and incomplete) finish organizing desk do …
Belief
Have you ever seen something--a garden gate perhaps, a picture hanging on a cafe wall, an odd, unexpected object in an odd and expected place--that made you stop and look again. That stirred your heart, maybe your gut, a place deep within? I love connecting with a picture, a story, a random object. Imagine if …
The Writer’s Map
My writing career is not going anywhere in as much as I've no books published and agents aren't even walking down my street, much less knocking down my door to invite me out. But of all the books written in the world, only a certain number can hit the shelves. Probably what I need to …
The Dreaded Sensible Limit
Every single thing I can think to write sounds like whining. And nobody wants to read whining any more than they want to hear whining. Still, I feel compelled to say I'm not visiting other blogs these days and I've barely written anything in the last few weeks. Adding two classes to my schedule may …
I’m deluded and that’s okay. (I angst all night and I worry all day.)
On those American Idol tryouts you see those people who believe they can sing. They sing their best with all their dreams flung about for the world to see and then are told how awful they are. And they are awful. Perhaps you've laughed at their self-delusion. Perhaps you've cringed. Actually, I've never watched the …
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Super Powers Aren’t Us.
If I could have a super power, I'd want the power to see through mounds of text to find the fatal plot holes and creeping story killers. What super power would you wish for?
Slippery Little Bastards
I really good at not writing sex scenes. I was, after all, raised not talking about lots of things. In fact, by my teenage years, I was an expert at figuring out what my family was not talking about. The more I didn't talk about the things, the happier everyone was with me. There have …
Maybe a Temper Tantrum
Sometimes I may begrudge every other published writer everything. You know, in moments of personality collapse. Meaning, those moments when I'm not the great and fantabulist soul I want to be. (Yes. Fantabulist.) Those moments when I'm resistant, cranky, jealous, and generally not nice. (All you saints out there can begin throwing stones at any …
Maybe No Passion Whatsoever
The world may benefit from my stories...but that's a bit hard to believe, isn't it? Somewhere in my subconscious must be the belief that sharing what comes out of my head is a good and interesting thing. What evidence is there for this grandiose thinking? The rejection letter received today reads: "Thank you so much …
Marta Bacon 