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 […]
Author Archives: K R Green
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 […]
Some Thoughts on The Inspirational Muse and Scheduled Plans
When hanging out with other writers, you soon learn that the “rules” of writing are pretty variable. Some people talk of the importance of routine and consistency. Others talk of […]
A Life Update :: When Writing Takes a Backseat
This is just a quick note to explain why I haven’t been a) writing much (hence the sidebar staying constant) and b) writing here about my writing process much. I […]
The Ebb and Flow of Story
I’m writing again. If you’ve following the blog for a while, you’ll know I generally write between 90,000 and 150,000 words of new fiction each year. On the first of […]
Level-Up! Essence of Green :: March 2018
“Milk-white clouds pillow in an agate sky. Buds swell tightly against slender branches, and soft, mousy catkin beg to be patter by children on their way to school. Fresh rain […]
