It's friction. Maybe not friction that matters, but friction nonetheless.
Elena's really a lousy soldier. I love her with all my heart, but she should've been a freighter jock instead.
You remain what I needed you to be: a solid foundation for everything I still want to do with your characters.
Your exhaustion doesn't matter. Your bitterness, your sense of unfairness, your wish for the universe to be something other than it is--none of that matters. You're not playing "the only way to win" anymore. You never were. You're playing "the only way to not lose horribly and catastrophically."
I thought I was a hopeless naif going into all this, but really the most naive thing I did was allow myself to keep believing that.
My most vivid memories of Wizard World are of the times I disagreed with people. Of course, it wasn't always a wise choice. On one panel, offering strategies for writer's block, I quoted an audience member from an earlier discussion: "Drinking and drugs." (Which was meant as humor, of course, but I think the moderator … Continue reading Writing Retreats, or: Why I Can’t Teach Anyone A Damn Thing About Writing
Dear Fellow Writers Who Have Yet To Publish, Don't do it. Love, Liz ...Wait. You need more than that? Oh. Okay. Dear Fellow Writers Who Have Yet To Publish, If you love writing and value your sanity, don't do it. Love, and really, I mean it, Liz I can hear you from here, you know. "Well, … Continue reading Are You Sure? (Y/N)