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Why Writers Should Stop Torturing Their Goals… and Fail Better

More Demotivational Posters For Writers

I spent a lot of 2019 insulting my goals; poking them, calling them names, and generally hating on them. I’ve decided that in 2020 I should be kinder to them, and as well all know, whenever I decide something like that, I’m going to make a blog post out of it and insist that everyone should be doing it. You’re welcome.

5 Bloomin’ Rules for Spring-Cleaning Your Overwintered Manuscript

5 Blooming Rules for Spring-Cleaning Your Overwintered Manuscript

On what felt like the first and long-awaited spring day of the year, I think about how the things we do in this season could also be applied to fiction that’s been in hibernation for any period of time.
(And if anyone dares to make a comment about how writing a blog post about something instead of actually doing it is the ultimate procrastination, I will sic Tark and Mara on you.)

10 Exciting New Ways To Get Offended Which Didn’t Exist 10 Years Ago

Oh Nooo! Someone Else Wrote My Book!

Ten years ago, we had woefully little to get truly offended about. There was little pleasure to be had in face-to-face confrontation, given its general ickiness and constant threat of physical violence. But now we have LOADS to get offended about, every day of the week! Whoever says that things aren’t better nowadays obviously just doesn’t have enough friends online.

Why You Should Never Live With A Woman From A Historical Period TV Drama

Why We Have To Stop Justifying Women’s Fiction Right Now

We can’t get enough of these modern historical TV dramas! Such feisty heroines! Such swashbuckling storylines! Such bosoms! Seriously, there are bosoms everywhere! Wouldn’t it be fabulous to have such excitement in real life?

But hold on a second… what would this mean for your olfactory well-being? Your ultra-modern duplex? Your HONOUR?

Is Your Reading Beating Up Your Writing?

WRITERS! Now is Your Time... To Save The World For Real (For Once)

We’re told that by far the best training for writers is reading. But what happens when what you’re reading is being a big bully? Tempting you with sweet nothings? Calling you names? Interfering with your confidence and ability to write? I have a conversation with an unbearably smug book to explore the concept, and discover something nasty.