Stories seem pointless. How can listening to a lie about someone who never existed, doing impossible things in places that also never existed, be of any use to anyone’s life? How does this behavior give us an evolutionary advantage?
When I have to create some made-up fantasy word, I like exploring word origins to get some ideas.
So, I googled the word origin for “turbulence” with “word origin: turbulence” and voilá:
How cool is that? I love stuff like this.
Writing is about getting your ass in a seat day after day and pounding on the keyboard.
Every day, I hate getting started writing. I’d always rather surf reddit. But every morning, I force myself to write for exactly five minutes. That’s all I make myself do: five minutes. But, and this always happens, after five minutes I’m into a groove, and coming up with 500 words isn’t the impossible task it seemed five minutes ago. Soon, I’m enjoying myself, I’m in the character’s heads and I’m trying to get them into more trouble. Continue reading