Anarchy

For me, writing is like that place in childhood where I didn’t care if my dress was dirty or how many mosquito bites I had.  It is that place where curiosity lured me into thorn bushes, though I’d never know my skin had been pierced.  The literary world is the place I go to escape…

Grant Tilley on Forgiveness

Today’s life lesson while editing my novel:  Forgive oneself… We often preach that it is noble to give other people second-chances. I believe this myself, that in most cases people should be given an opportunity to redeem themselves.  However, I’ve noticed that it is considered particularly unsavory to give oneself another go.  Instead we see that…

To the Demise of Caricatures

“When writing a novel a writer should create living people; people not characters.  Characters are caricatures.” – Ernest Hemingway I believe in writing reality.  I believe literature is one of the best tools to better understand ourselves, as well as each other.  When a writer creates a scenario in a make-believe world it is unbiased.  When…

Apologies to Carolina

I wanted out.  I didn’t care where; I just wanted to be anywhere but here.  I was about 17 when I really started to itch.  Like the rest of my friends, I was college-bound and fantasizing about how all my dreams would come true.  Most of all, I knew that whatever was going to make…

Time to Contend

I’m terrified to finish my novel.  I have about a chapter left, and well, have had about a chapter left since May.  For whatever reason, I keep putting if off.  At first when I realized I was so close, I was ecstatic.  I was already picturing the cover art, and how it would bring life…

Seasons

I woke up this morning to my dog, Scarlet O’Hara, trotting about back and forth in front of the bedroom door, whimpering until she saw me open my eyes, at which time she began frantically barking in that way that lets me know I’ve overslept.  I scrambled to get myself up before ambling down the…

An Ounce of the ’80s

I was born in the late ’80s…’86 to be exact, so I only have a few memories of the insatiably irreverent era.  I remember my parents splitting up towards the turn of the decade, and I remember my first love being Uncle Jesse, and I remember what everyone else remembers…the music. Yesterday I saw the movie, Rock…