Do your story’s action moments lack drive, relevance, or emotion? Do you worry your action language doesn’t inspire urgency? Great action writing takes time and practice. Begin by focusing on character goals, theme and setting, and language to make your action moments pop. CHARACTER GOALS IMPACT ACTION WRITING Character goals give life to your action […]
Turn your writer’s brand into a recognized voice on social media. Focus your conversation on topics unique to you and connect authentically to build followers and establish readership of your work. WAIT! I’M PRIVATE; I DON’T USE (OR LIKE) SOCIAL MEDIA Our digital world is not going away. Now more than ever, millions turn to social
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Your writer’s brand is like a signature–unique. Through your brand, you enter a compact with readers, telling them what to expect from your work or online engagements. Your brand separates you from thousands of writers vying for attention in a crowded industry and establishes trust and influence among followers and loyal readers. WHAT IS A WRITER’S BRAND?
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Three-part Essay Series on Branding and Social Media, Publishing Essay #1 March 12, Essay #2 March 17, and Essay #3 March 24 A brand is a promise and value created for those using a product or service. For example, customers value Yeti’s superior coolers, drinkware, and bags and the brand’s focus on the outdoors and
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At the massive, open-air pulga, a man could get his car windows tinted, save his eternal soul, and lose it again—all in one place—while a soundtrack of Ranchero and reggaeton blared from every stall. Jared didn’t need snakeskin boots or chicharrones. But he’d pay anything to see his daughter again. A
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My bike’s brakes squealed; the wind blew away the sound, and browny yellow leaves battered me. The windows of her house watched me as I clamboured off and leaned the bike into the hedge–they were black and hungry and staring, like the eyes of a monster, ready to gobble me up. I pulled
As soon as Carna steps into the lift, her pager notifies her of a job on the other end of the galaxy. The pay would cover her rent, but should she choose to accept the run, the cosmic bike courier would, as the ad promises, have to make it all the way across
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By the dim light of a dying candle, Grandmother’s hunched back looms over your small, quivering body, fever high. She presses horn against stone—withered skin pulled taut over smooth bone. Smooth bone hard against jagged, carved rock, pour water, mix—the murky water is magic. When did her hands stop looking like
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I was five days overdue. “Go fetch the washing off the line,” Mom said, “let’s see if that gets things started.” So I grunted down over my belly, grabbed the laundry basket, and lumbered through the yard in bare feet. I glanced back. Mom was watching my slow progress from the back step,
With the summer solstice sun melting into the horizon, Ulrike hits the gas pedal and screeches out of Glendale along the I-5 to East Hollywood, where she parks in front of a Walgreens boasting a “now with extended hours” sign. With trembling…paws, she adjusts the rearview mirror to check her reflection. Hair—coarse and
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