Alien Landscape. He fought hard against the growing tide of assaults. Inch by inch crawling over the itchy grains., each one like a mountain exhausting to climb. Another wave, battering, forcing him back what seemed like miles. There was one aim, to make it home. All he wanted was that safe place. Again he pushed almost frantic to be with those he knew. He could only feel, no sight to speak of, just a sense of where to go. Homing…
Hello Dear Reader Go Blank In this third article of my short series (I have no clue how long it may run), I have decided to tackle a problem. Blankness. Some people do not think that writers have blocks, others know them only to well. Therefore, the first part of this is, do writers go blank. I have to say, from my own experiences the answer has to be yes. The mind is an amazingly complicated, it has to be…
Hello Dear Reader Write Alone? After my first article about why do writers write, I decide to ask another question of both myself and others. I know what makes me write, but why do I and others write alone? What is the joy and pain of sitting without contact for hours on end. But is that the real case? Most times, a writer creates their own worlds, characters and more. In order to write you have to sometimes forget the…
