Writing About Writing: How To Be A Writer Without Being A Hermit

If you’re like me, sometimes you realize that you spend more time with a notebook and pencil or a computer than your own family and friends. And while it’s important to write, and to pursue your dreams and passions, you shouldn’t shut yourself off from the real world. (No quotation marks there, people. I’m being sort of serious.) So here are a few tips to help you not become a writing hermit.

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Tip #1: Include family and friends in the writing and editing process.

Ask your siblings what they think of your latest plot idea. Read some of your work out loud to your friends (and let them squeal with you over your awesome love interest or your wonderfully witty dialogue). Have your parents help you with editing and proofreading. Let people read your story! It’s no fun to do it alone, anyway. Why not let your friends and family help you out?

Tip #2: Find real-life wriing buddies.

Yes, you may have over a hundred followers on social media. But nothing beats a real life friend you can write with. Not only do you not have to worry about being in different time zones, you can also meet at a bookstore! Or a coffee shop! Or go on a writing retreat into the mountains!

Tip #3: Step away from your story.

This is NOT procrastination. Well, it could be. But I will promise you that it’s much, much more important to build a relationship with those closest to you than it is to sit in front of a computer writing (or doing something else like procrastination, if you’re stuck on your story). If you’re not writing anyway, why not go on a walk with your family? Or maybe make cookies and talk with your family while you eat them. Or *gasp* help your mom clean the house!

Those are just a few ways to help you work on writing while not sitting hunched behind a computer all day. Thoughts on this list? Authors, do you have any ways you work on writing while still being social in real life? Comment below with your thoughts!

Interviews From The Writer’s Desk: Blaze

Hullo, everyone! I present a fun interview with our favorite Twinepathy teleporter, Blaze! This is a thank you for all of your support, and for reaching 100 people adding it on Goodreads!!! Hooray! Enjoy, my friends!

“I don’t want to be here, Bri.”

When those are the first words I hear out of someone’s mouth when they walk into my office, I know it’s going to be a loooong interview. The boy sits down in the chair across from my desk, crossing his arms and giving me a challenging look.

Yup. A looooooooong interview.

I clear my throat and look down at my laptop, hiding a smile. “Blaze, I assume. I’m guessing you want to get this over with.”

He sighs. “Yes, please.” He runs his fingers through his brown hair and smirks at me. “You must be spying on me if you know me so well.”

“You have no idea,” I grumble under my breath. “First question: What is your real name?”

Blaze tilts his head to the side. “Do you honestly think I would tell you?”

I shrug. “It was worth a try. Do you have any siblings?”

He shakes his head. “Again, confidential.”

“Right, right.” I roll my eyes, then pause as I look at my list. “Um… I have to warn you that a lot of these questions were submitted by, uh, fans.”

Blaze grins. “I have fans? Nice.” He looks more enthusiastic now.

“Mm-hm, not exactly yours…” I return to my list. “Moving on. Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Nope, no time,” Blaze says.

“Good to know…” I murmur. “Who is your best friend, or friends?”

Blaze pauses. “I’m assuming you want an honest answer…” I nod, and he sighs. “To be honest, I don’t have any really close friends. Ever since I joined IDIA, I’ve made a point of staying on the superficial level in relationships. I guess I’m closest to Jen.”

That’s pretty sad. I give him a second and move on to the next question. “What’s your favorite part about being a superhero?”

Blaze smirks. “Being able to freak people out and spy on them. And helping people,” he adds as an afterthought.

Of course. “Do you like bacon, chocolate, and/or cookies?” I hide a smile at the confused expression on his face.

“Yeah, all of those,” he finally says. “Where’d you get that question?”

“Do you like them all together?” I ask. “As in, a chocolate bacon cookie?”

Blaze gives me the oddest look. “Um, I don’t know. That sounds like something Albany would try to make.”

This time it’s all I can do to mask my laughter with a cough. “Ahem. Have you ever tried to prank Jen?”

He turns his head to the side with a thoughtful expression. “No, come to think of it. I should try that sometime…”

“Don’t blame me,” I say immediately. “Final question. If a strange girl ran up to you and hugged you without warning, exclaiming over how you’re one of her favorite characters in a certain book, how would you react?” Fan-submitted question, you can be sure.

Blaze gawks at me. “Um… what?” I open my mouth to repeat the question, but he waves a hand in the air, stopping me. He rubs his hand across his forehead. “It would depend on my state at the time. If I was on edge, I would teleport us to Antarctica and hope they would let go. If I wasn’t on edge, I’d probably either freak out or enjoy the attention.” He frowns. “Who came up with that question?”

I stand up. “Thanks so much for you time today, Mr. Blaze. I hope you’ve enjoyed this…”

Blaze nods and walks to the door, giving me suspicious glances over his shoulder. The instant the door closes, I have to burst out laughing.

Best question ever.

Thanks so much to Alyssa, Sarah, Shine, and Merenwen for submitting questions! I’m sure Blaze enjoyed them. 😉 What do you think of our favorite teleporter? Comment below!

Twinepathy (Part 1): The Beginning

Hullo, everyone! Here’s that surprise I mentioned yesterday. It’s been over a month since the end of Avengers’ Isle, which was a ton of fun, and it seemed like all of you enjoyed it, too. Rather than start a sequel (which I was tempted to do after watching Age of Ultron), I decided to take a story I was planning and turn it into a serial story for your enjoyment. I present to you part one of Twinepathy. Enjoy, my dear friends! If you like it, share!

Hello, my name is Albany, and I have a telepathic connection with my twin sister, along with the ability to read minds.

Well, that may not be the best start, but I’m pretty proud of it. It makes this sound like it’s going to be an awesome story. Which it is. But the beginning… well… I promise it’ll get more exciting than this.

“Go fish.”

Denver, my older brother, moaned and drew a card from the small stack. “How can you guys beat me at everything?”

Brooklyn, twin sister extraordinaire and social butterfly, gives him a mischievous grin. “You’re just too obvious.”

Denver gives me a helpless look, and I shrug. “I’m losing, too.”

“And if I win…” Brooklyn studies her hand. “You have to treat me to dinner, Denver.”

He makes a moaning sound. “Okay, fine. But not tonight. You know I’ve got a date.”

Brooklyn makes a face. If there’s one thing she dislikes, it’s Denver dating. She would definitely prefer to only have to share him with me and Mom and Dad. It doesn’t matter to her that Ezra’s a sweet, slightly awkward girl that Denver’s gone head over heels for. It also doesn’t matter to her that she hardly does anything with him, anyway… but I digress.

“Two,” Brooklyn says to me. I mutter something under my breath and hand a card to her. She sniffs the air. “Your cookies are burning.”

I fly into the kitchen. I’m no cook, but I had to try the bacon cookie recipe I found. I mean, hello, bacon and cookies! My two favorite foods just have to be amazing together. I should’ve known I’d burn them. I can’t cook anything.

I pull out the extra crispy cookies just as the doorbell rings. “You should get that while you’re up,” Denver calls. I roll my eyes. I’ll be he and Brooklyn are laughing. I hate checking the door. Technically, since Mom and Dad aren’t here – they’re on a date – Denver should answer the door, since he’s the oldest. But of course they’ll make me do it. I check the cookies. Yep, they’re burnt enough that no one will want to eat them, not even me. I’ll have to beg Mom to try the recipe for me. What a waste of bacon and cookie. I sigh and wipe my hands on a towel before heading to the door.

I peer out the peephole and don’t see anything until I look down. There, on our doorstep, is a little girl in a ratty red dress, hair tangled and face smudged. She looks around eight years old, maybe a little less. I send a mental image of her to Brooklyn before opening the door.

“Hello,” I say, gazing at her. I notices she’s not wearing shoes, and her dress looks fairly new, just dirty and torn. “Who are you?”

She looks up at me with haunting blue eyes – hollow, scared, lost. Her mouth opens, as if she’s going to speak, but an odd expression crosses her face. She wobbles, then crumples to the ground, out cold.

Well, what do you think so far? Thoughts, comments? Comment below! Your comment could be the difference between the continuation of this series… and the end. No pressure…

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