Once I Publish This Romance Novel, Please Don’t (Slow) Burn Me at the Stake
After being an avid romance reader for years, I’m finally writing a romance novel—and I am terrified of messing up.
After being an avid romance reader for years, I’m finally writing a romance novel—and I am terrified of messing up.
Don’t miss this list of reading recommendations (crowdsourced from Twitter!) for our Romance Week series.
For our Romance Week series, Maya MacGregor reflects on literature’s unique ability to show readers that they are lovable and worthy of romance—even if the rest of the world is saying otherwise.
Though astrology has let me down, I continue to consult the stars. I’m trying to let go of expectations while giving space for hope.
To write about my socialist family in a capitalist society necessarily means truth and lies are mixed up.
Hopefully, I’ll continue to update my own obituary for years to come—and learn something about myself along the way.
I don’t want to participate in pain’s colonization of myself. I don’t want to write.
Portuguese was my first language, but it was quickly followed by English. To this day, I have the impression that when I speak in English, I bury bits of myself in the process.
Aditi Malhotra tells us about how handwriting has been a through line in her friendships, shows how handwriting can be incorporated into a generative practice, and offers some tried-and-tested stress-relief postures for happy handwriters.
On some days I’d write up to twelve posts, each snarkier than the last. The meaner I was, the more they liked me.
I encourage everyone to write about their ex. Release them. Release yourself. Feel the peace.
For our Application Week series, Sari Botton on writing for trade publications and what advice she wished she had received.
If English is the only language that I can claim proficiency in, shouldn’t I be able to speak and write it idiomatically and well, even if it’s not my first language?
How I’ve learned to write about my own experiences documenting the AIDS/HIV crisis as an oral historian.
How do you build a creative practice around chronic pain?
At last, I took my teachers’ and mentors’ advice, and scrutinized my own behavior more than anyone else’s.
Writing my first jokes, I’d replaced my anxieties over the public-facing demands of an author career with a greater willingness to show up and be seen.
I had always used writing to try and make sense of myself, without realizing just how much of this was a way of processing a divergent experience of the world.
Literature and medicine are not opposed pursuits but rather one in the same endeavor to find sense in messy, human stories.
True crime wants us to believe that our monsters are individual, not systemic—the errant serial killer rather than a violent and inequitable culture.