Query letters are strange animals to me. On one hand, I love talking about my ideas. I can spend hours expounding on what each character and interaction represents. In fact, I think I am more eloquent talking about my stories than I am actually writing them. Ask me for a summary and I will come up with a thousand new ways to describe the plot and the message. You would think that means that I am eager to write a query letter, but it just gives me too many options. I have two

As a writer and a producer, there are many opportunities to say perfection is right around the corner. A little more effort and I will be satisfied with the project. It is an easy lie to fall into. But we all know perfection is impossible. No matter what it is, it can always be improved in some way. Some people take that to mean that you should be content once it is in a reasonable state. Others take it to mean that it is never completed. It is a tricky line to find, but I fi

Didn't feel like writing this week because of a lot going on in my personal life. The end of an era in a sense. It has me thinking about how quickly things can change. All it takes is a moment and life's trajectory is completely different. Here today and gone tomorrow. My personal emotions go back and forth between mourning the past and eager about the future. It is a tightrope that I am not used to, but I am adjusting. There is something profoundly sad about things ending in

In reality, morality can't be gray either, but that is a whole other discussion that I will only touch on. Today, I am talking about stories and why it is always black and white. Despite popular trends of antiheros and antivillains and vigilantes, I have begun to notice that there is no moral gray area in practicality. Of course, writers make situations with questionable morals and attempt to be subversive with their "lessons". Just take a peek at the rising volume of stories

At least once a week, I get bogged down in a heated discussion on AI and how much I dislike it slipping into everything. The phrase that comes to mind is insidious invasion . Slow, creeping, and inescapable. Only it isn't slow at all. From tv commercials to plumbing tips, AI is now a part of everything everywhere and all at once. I can't even type this line without a little helpful button appearing on the side of the page offering to help me word my emotions better. I can lit

I never thought I would be thankful for my overactive mind. As a child, it did nothing but get me into trouble. Laughing when nothing was funny. Fidgeting when the moment was serious. Crawling under the desk during class. I couldn't just ride a bike. I was jockey and announcer every time I hopped on a two-wheeled horse. It didn't matter what I was doing, there was always a second and a third thing going on in my head. A melody in my ear, a future scenario, what my dad thought