When I’m writing, music is as important to me as my laptop. Continue reading
I’m on a short break from writing since I completed the first draft of Lucas’s Story and the second set of edits of Callie’s Story. So I thought I’d take the time to give thanks for what helped me reach this moment in my life. Continue reading
We finish up today, talking a little bit about tech, editing, and who Mom liked best. Spoiler alert: RB is sadly confused. Continue reading
Back for part 2, in which we cover writing process, writing and family, and sugar fixes. Enjoy! Continue reading
Hey guys, it’s Ella here. When RB told me she’d finished the first draft of her new book, after I picked my jaw up off of the floor (and finished my tantrum) I asked her if she would do a post about how she works. Since I had specific questions she let me interview her, which was awesome, but the post got really long so we broke it up into three separate posts. Here’s the first part of the interview. We’ll put up the next tomorrow and the third the day after. Enjoy! Continue reading
Just recently I started writing a YA novel. Before that I was editing my last book for over a year. So maybe I was wrong because I haven’t actually written-written in a while.
Or perhaps I was only referring to being at home, because for some reason writing at home is different than writing at work. Despite the fact that I’m undoubtedly interrupted by a ringing telephone; the beep of incoming emails from Boss; the teachers popping their heads into my office asking when their copy machine will be fixed; the students asking for band aids, to use the phone, the whereabouts of the counselor, or any other question they can think of to get out of class; I leave work, most days, with my daily quota completed. Of course, it’s likely I’m just writing crap and that’s why it took me so long to edit my last book. (Hm. Definitely something to think about there.) But either way I was wrong when I said that I needed quiet to write. (See previous post: My Soundtrack) Finding quiet in a high school secretary’s office is like finding your contact on the floor of your car after you rubbed it out because you were too tired to remember you had them in.