Different may not be better

I’ve been actively writing since elementary school and telling stories long before that. I engage in many forms of storytelling using many different mediums. I’ve written lots of short stories, some published, some not. I study social sciences, humanities, critical reading and writing, and literature – by all means I should know how to create and weave a sound story. Continue reading


The Real Writing Prompt

In a previous post I addressed how a small writing prompt can propel you forward in a big way. I also mentioned how writing prompts can help you kick off a story by providing you with situations to write about, but that gets old fast. Once you’ve tried one you’ve pretty much tried them all, right?

A lot of people will agree with that, even I do to an extent. So why am I bringing up writing prompts again? Because I’m going to show you how to break the mold and write some of the greatest stories you’ll ever read.

Many years ago I frequently attended a forum and spent most of my time in the fan works section working on projects with some very talented artists and writers, several of which had been published. I learned a great deal from these many talented individuals, from working on group stories together, to editing each others’ works, or to talking different styles of writing.

It was then that I learned about the real writing prompt. Continue reading

Planning your story

A major reason for writer’s block is: not knowing how to move your story forward. Careful planning can help get rid of this entirely.

Consider an architect; they start off with the end image of a building in mind. Then they make plans, measuring out the area, and the height of the building, all the while considering what the building will be used for. Is it a house? A hospital? A skyscraper in New York City? The architect decides what building materials are to be used, balancing cost and effectiveness, before finally starting to actually build their vision.

You are the architect of your story. Continue reading