I Am A Racist And I Am A Sexist And Probably Some Other -Ists, Too

This is one of those posts I’m a little bit afraid to write, which at least is the sign of an interesting post, and occasionally the sign of a post that needs to get written. I’m hoping — ha ha heh heh ahem gulp fingers crossed — it’s the latter. (It’s also a way long post, so, erm — sorry?) Hi, I’m the Internet’s Chuck Wendig, and I’m a racist. And also a sexist. And probably a handful of other “*-ists,” too. I know. You’re saying, “Chuck, but you’re a feminist. And... Read The Rest →

Flash Fiction Challenge: Superheroes Plus

Last week’s challenge: Oh, We’re Gonna Use These Photos, All Right. First up — a point of administration. I never picked the random winners from the three-sentence challenge, so I’m doing that — *checks watch that doesn’t exist on my wrist* — right now. Three winners: Brenda (sleepingseeker) mandybroughton Taylor Johnson You three — email me at terribleminds at gmail dot com. Now, onto this week’s challenge. I want you write a superhero story. Except — then I want you to mash it up with another subgenre. You can choose... Read The Rest →

Jessica Leake: Five Things I Learned Writing Arcana

Amid the sumptuous backdrop of the London season in 1905, headstrong Katherine Sinclair must join the ranks of debutantes vying for suitors. Unfortunately for Katherine, she cannot imagine anything more loathsome—or dangerous. To help ease her entrance into society, Katherine’s family has elicited the assistance of the Earl of Thornewood, a friend and London’s most eligible bachelor, to be her constant companion at the endless fetes and balls. But upon her arrival in London, Katherine realizes there will be more to this season than just white gowns and husband hunting.... Read The Rest →

We Can Do This The Easy Way Or The Hard Way

About 2, maybe 3pm every day, I hit a wall. Hell, it’s not just a wall. It’s a mountain. NAP MOUNTAIN. With craggy peaks of sweet torpidity, with mighty spires of somnolence. I hit the mountain, and find a small mountain town called Sleepysburg, and there my body is just like, “Fuck this, fuck all of it, fuck you, just — just give into the glorious miasma of lethargy.” And then I lay in the marshmallow streets and stick to the taffy-molasses puddles and – Well, you get the metaphor. I... Read The Rest →

How To Motivate Yourself As A Writer

Writerly motivation is a tough nut to crack. I go and I write a single tweet, I get immediate feedback. Maybe nothing happens, or maybe some people respond. Could be I get some retweets, some LOLs, some digital high-fives, a troll or two. Social media is great because it’s a dopamine rush. I’m a chimpanzee who pokes the button and gets an immediate testicular tickle. Writing a book is nothing like that. Writing a book is you spitting in a tin pail once a day. And you won’t even let anybody see it... Read The Rest →

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