For the quintessential bookworm, fall is a time of cozy contemplation, of spicy, orange-colored teas and sweater tights and Oxford heels and lots and lots of books.
In the great spectrum of history and the universe, my Bachelor’s degree does not hold up to the onslaught of information, facts, figures, and theories that make up all of humanity, nature, and what we do not know. And that’s awesome.
It was a big contest too. There was pomp and circumstance and flowers and a big prize package to work with a self-publishing house. My first instinct was 'this is amazing.' My second instinct was, 'what did I just get myself into?'
What do I do when I’m not writing? The things that will inspire me. The things that make me happy.
I do not have a half-naked Greek Goddess of muse and inspiration lying across my bed. Inspiration doesn’t work like that.
One of the most exciting parts of finishing that novel is getting to write those two, little, lovely, wonderful words at the bottom of the last page. The End.
I think there are times when a prologue is helpful and times when it isn’t, and I know not everyone agrees. That said, you’ll want to keep some things in mind when starting with a prologue.