Success is a Lousy Teacher or, how success is reached by climbing a stairway built of failures
The layers are thick and deep in this story. Expect things to change. Often. Unexpectedly. Yet precisely the way they must. Once you know enough.
“In writing, you must kill all your darlings.” —William Faulkner Yes, this post will be about wholesale slaughter. Of words, characters, and ideas. Of little darlings—all those great lines, tightly written paragraphs, wonderfully surprising sub-plots, or dashing characters that please the writer, but will bore, or worse, confuse the reader. I’ve never enjoyed […]
knowing her as well as we do, having watched her survive her brutal childhood, pull off one audacious mission after another, we know this won’t last. Then, things get worse.
Yes, this is Iliana of House Hawk, the highest earning, boldest, most respected Journeyman in the Night Guild.
I felt as if my consciousness had suddenly reappeared back in my own body. In the exact moment from which it had been plucked days, or perhaps years before. In between? I had no idea.
Andy Peloquin has introduced me to yet another genre I didn’t know existed and took me a great ride doing so.
Things that keep me from doing all the things I want to do. Many of them, I want to bring to you. But instead, they get sacrificed to the time hungry beasts of these bad mental habits.
Nothing like rattling strongly held beliefs in reading.