Author: audenjohnson

  • Life Unemployed

    It’s like submitting a short story to a magazine. You spend hours polishing your submission, reading and rereading the guidelines, checking your manuscript more times than necessary to confirm you followed all the rules and caught all grammatical errors. Then, you submit it. Several days or weeks…or months later, you get an email or snail mail saying, “we like it…

  • The Business Side

    I attended a workshop over the weekend on how to develop your 2-minute elevator pitch and confirmed two things I really wanted to avoid. I’ve developed my professional brand to help me get another job. Now, apparently, I need my “writer” brand. It took me a month to come up with my first brand statement, I am…

  • I Should’ve Known Better

    I don’t usually read my story notes. They simply help my mind iron out parts of my story- you know- the world, characters’ motivations and personalities. I remember best when I write things down so, I never felt any need to read these notes. Mistake. While rereading my work-in-progress, I realized I didn’t have a good handle…

  • Possessed by the Story

    Characters have been fleshed out, the world building is done, the story arch is set- now, my novel is writing itself. My characters are telling me what they would say or do in this situation. The world is showing me what would happen next. It’s telling me the powers don’t work that way, they work this…

  • The New Year

    I used to make New Years Resolutions, don’t anymore. I never keep them. I have goals for the year. Hmm, is there a different? To me, goals sound more…tangible. Since I’m finished with school, I have a lot of planning to do. You know the whole- what do I do now kind of thing. Fortunately, I’ve…

  • Writer’s Block?

    My mind can sometimes be my enemy. I’m looking at this blank blog post and nothing is coming to mind. This is odd. I always have a story to tell. I’m building scenes while trying to sleep or concentrate on something other than my stories. I grew up but my imagination didn’t. Something as simple as a dog dish…