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This is a section from a manuscript I wrote years ago. Maybe I’ll get back to it someday. ***** The air was crisp, almost good enough to take a bite out of. My favorite kind of fall day. Tree roots and wet leaves covered the path ahead of me. I maneuvered my feet around them,…

I had a whole post written that waxed poetic about why I decided to start sharing my not so great writing, but I’m not going to make you wade through all of that when I can just say this: Writing is hard and it isn’t always pretty Sometimes we write things that we don’t like…

I’m a pantser. Always have been. I hear a voice, or imagine a scene, and off I go to the laptop, fingers typing furiously as I try to grab a hold of the story being woven inside my head with each new word I write. It’s terrifying and exhilarating and I figured that was the…

Two weeks ago my grandmother, or Mummy as some of her grandchildren affectionately referred to her, passed away. I was fortunate enough to attend her funeral and spend time with my extended family. Since then I can’t help but ponder on how my mummy’s life, her work, her legacy, helped lead me to where I…

Let’s go back. WAY BACK. Like 2007 way back when Baby Writer Prerna was born. For years I’d created stories in my head, I even attempted to write a novel during my freshman year in college with disastrous results. But 2007 is significant because that’s when I discovered that most writers suck when they start.…