I was postulating about how I have trouble putting value into my own work — that I’ve been taking issue with what should be considered a part of my body of work and what is just scraps of prose that belong in my Writer’s Morgue.
Crickets. What is a “Writer’s Morgue?” Is that a real thing? Yes …I think so anyways. I can’t imagine that I’m the only one who uses the phrase, am I? Continue reading “Toe Tags N’ Body Bags: What is a “Writer’s Morgue”?” →
There are two theories of thought when it comes to answering the question “when can I consider myself a writer.” The first theory is that you become a writer when you feel so compelled to tell a story that you begin typing a narrative; the other theory is that you become a writer when you present your work for public consumption. Whether or not you get paid to be a writer is a different case entirely. The short answer is: you are a writer when you feel like you feel like a writer. Continue reading “Get Busy Livin’ or Get Busy Dyin’: Encouragement for People Who Want to Be Writers.” →