Letting Go Letting Go By Megan Cutler | September 28, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment I often have strange, vivid dreams. I’ve long made practice of journaling my dreams, which encourages you to remember dreams more frequently. I have always used this to farm story ideas. Sometimes, my brain provides other nuggets of wisdom. I have a reoccurring dream that I get angry. I don’t mean normal, every day angry … Read More Read More
Committing a Crime Committing a Crime By Megan Cutler | September 25, 2015 | Comments 1 comment He had always been light on his feet. It was how he got the name; Silkfoot. He often boasted he could prance across a cloud. If he was wrong, no one would ever be able to prove it. A quick glance across the room confirmed his lumbering partner moving with the same silence, if not … Read More Read More
Getting Inside a Character’s Head – Part 1: Questions Getting Inside a Character’s Head – Part 1: Questions By Megan Cutler | September 21, 2015 | Comments 1 comment Characters are central to any story. If your characters aren’t interesting, no one’s going to spend 100+ pages reading about them. Interesting characters are three-dimensional; there’s more to them than their appearance and motivation. Just as your world should have pieces that move unseen in the background while your characters are elsewhere, every character should … Read More Read More
Obsession Obsession By Megan Cutler | September 18, 2015 | Comments 3 comments How do I make a man like the archmage love me? He is surrounded every day by beauty and power. He is inundated with it, steeped in it. And I am so ordinary. A skilled warrior, yes, but in an army of the elite. If it were simply a matter of skill, of proving my … Read More Read More
How They Relate to Their Race How They Relate to Their Race By Megan Cutler | September 11, 2015 | Comments 3 comments He had climbed to the top of the highest mountain to kneel at her feet. It had not been an easy journey. She had made it difficult. From the moment she felt him seeking her location, she had resigned him to misery if he wished to see the task completed. She could have traveled instantly, … Read More Read More
Killing Your Darlings Killing Your Darlings By Megan Cutler | September 7, 2015 | Comments 1 comment I’ve never enjoyed editing my work (though I have come to love the end result). Don’t get me wrong; editing is a necessary evil. No writer can form perfect prose the first time around. But editing takes much more effort for me than writing. It inevitably ends up a slog. And for a long time, … Read More Read More
A Memory Related to Their Profession A Memory Related to Their Profession By Megan Cutler | September 4, 2015 | Comments 3 comments “The pain will never subside. It isn’t going to get any easier.” Not exactly the glowing report he wanted to receive from the company physician. “The nerves are raw and they have to be active all the time in order to receive input across the bionic links. We could remove them…” But that would leave … Read More Read More
Five Simple Self-Care Tips Five Simple Self-Care Tips By Megan Cutler | August 31, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment The world is demanding these days. But it isn’t just society that piles constant demands on our shoulders. We’re unkind to ourselves, demanding ever growing quantities of productivity to feel satisfied we’ve done our best. And when we aren’t working, there’s always something else we tell ourselves we ‘should’ be doing. But it’s rare that … Read More Read More
I Have a Girl’s Courage I Have a Girl’s Courage By Megan Cutler | August 28, 2015 | Comments 0 Comment The terms of this prompt were somewhat more interesting than normal. The instructions are to choose a book. Turn to page 51. The first sentence of the last paragraph becomes the beginning of your scene. My sentence comes from Living Your Yoga by Judith Hanson Lasater, and reads: “I have a girl’s courage.” I have … Read More Read More
What She Found Under the Snow What She Found Under the Snow By Megan Cutler | August 21, 2015 | Comments 2 comments Zita tied her green hair at the nape of her neck before she leaned over the sewing machine. With practiced fingers she adjusted the needle before pressing her foot to the pedal. Only for a moment, she wasn’t going far. Tiny stitches closed a tiny hole, her patient unaware anything had ever been amiss. The … Read More Read More