Dear Cute Boys From My Teens and Early Twenties, Thank you for all the books, movies, and music you introduced…
Category: The Princesses of Iowa
I was sixteen years old when I realized that women could be writers. Obviously, I knew that women could write…
Like most writers, I don’t know where characters begin. A moment in passing, a stranger on the train, a half-remembered…
The best advice I ever got about the publishing industry wasn’t from a writer. Nor was it from an agent,…
I don’t do scary. If I’m worried about a character’s well-being, I can’t focus on the story. (And if I…
Let’s be honest: resolutions suck. Not because making plans to be a little better at life is inherently bad, but…
Like any good Chicagoan, I’ve studied improv (improvisational comedy, of which Chicago is the motherland) and I’m married to an…
I was a teenager in the 90s, so I spent most of high school dressing like Angela Chase: baggy jeans,…
Dear Fiction Writer, Despite what everyone else has told you, you don’t actually have to start a blog. In fact, you…
Confession: I find the idea of posting my agent query letter to be completely mortifying. I wrote it more than…