or, When Every Other Book Title in the World Seems Better Than Mine Hi. My name is D.M. Domosea. I’m a young adult fiction author, and I suffer from book title envy. There, I said it. An ugly part of my writer’s soul has been laid bare, naked and plain for all to see. Now…
My Year of Reading YA
If you’ve spent time combing through the wealth of writing and editing advice for aspiring authors, you’ve no doubt come across this valuable nugget: “Read in the category/genre in which you want to write.” And what valuable advice it is. Reading in-category and in-genre familiarizes you with the styles, themes, and moods that dominate those…
Goodbye on the Promenade
“I’ve got something to tell you.” Dalyne smiled up at the man who’d spoken those words as they strolled through Saris Municipal Park. They’d taken the afternoon to enjoy one of the last temperate days of the Lesser Quatra season before the cold settled in. Leaves were already falling in a slow ballet from the…
Be Creative, Not Obnoxious
Writing rules are my friend. They are also my enemy. So in slightly outdated slang speak, that makes them my frenemy. Like spiders. I understand they serve an important purpose, and the large majority of them are benign. But that doesn’t mean I want them cozying up to me, crawling in my mouth while I…
A Genesis Revealed
Dr. Iatriss blinked several times and squinted at the info block in front of her. The crystal torch attached to the polished stone wall was beginning to dim. It normally produced enough light to brighten the entire bedroom. Today, it managed to illuminate only as far as the bed extending out from the adjacent wall,…
The Waiting Cursor
I am a writer. You’ve no idea how long that phrase sat on my screen, the cursor blinking at me while I decided what should come next. It reminds me of a turn signal on a car that just sits at an abandoned intersection. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for another vehicle to approach and validate the…
Kaia and the Quillico
Kaia peeked under the cloth covering the critter cage. Yep, it was still alive, which was either a testament to the veracity of her scientific method, or else a real stroke of luck. The other half died shortly after the final separation phase. Her brother, Kaetos, cried for terracycles over the slimy yellow thing. She took…
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