It always comes back to the personal, doesn't it?
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