Writers Block versus Goals and Guilt
I’ve barely written any fiction this year, certainly compared with normal. I’ve sometimes opened my Work-In-Progress document, but found myself with nothing to write! However, I don’t put this down […]
Author Archives: K R Green
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: July 2018
“Faerie-folk gather in the woodland glades, and frolic beside moss-banked streams; the fires of summer burn green and gold, and everywhere there is high magick afoot!” – Michele Morgan July […]
The Pull of Multiple Projects
Sometimes, having a couple of projects on the go is an energising, motivating space to be in. At other times, they pull every ounce of energy from the creative mind; […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: June 2018
“Nights are warm, and stars shimmer in the sky like a blacktop road in the noonday sun. Roses spill over garden gates, heavy with bees and perfume; field and forest […]
A Half-Way Reflection on MY WORD FOR 2018
If you missed the discussion of my journey on choosing a word to theme my year, this is my 2018 post. For those who’ve followed my journey across a couple […]
Editing Pass :: Beyond the Alpha Read
In May, I received my current WIP back from an alpha reader. I flit between the term alpha and beta reader, because there isn’t a great deal to define each. […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: May 2018
“There is a wildness in the air, a spice that belongs to more than lilacs or the sweet woodruff blooming beneath the trees. Ferns glisten with morning dew, and somewhere, […]
Five Years On: S. M. Boyce’s Tips for Aspiring Writers
“It’s very hard especially at first to separate you from your art, because your art doesn’t necessarily define you.” ~ S. M. Boyce When we interviewed S. M. Boyce […]
Story-Telling Through a Violin Concerto
My family on my mum’s side are a musical bunch. My grandmother was a violin teacher who helped set up a classical orchestra decades ago. As she passed away before […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: April 2018
“Sunlight dapples the forest floor. A copper fox appears through the gloaming, then vanishes again with one sweet, sharp bark, an invitation to follow him to into the fanciful weave […]
