Between a workshop I’m running anonymously for a writer who doesn’t write, Reddit writing subs, and a nepotism hire at my soulless corporate writing gig, I’m being besieged from all sides by mistreatment of supporting characters. I’m doing what I can to address specific abuses, but I’ll collect my general thoughts on the subject here.
The following is written with a presumption of intact sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. I am not qualified to lead a discussion about sensory impairments in writing. I apologize to everyone excluded by this falsely “all-encompassing” treatment. Observational Hierarchy In the absence of sensory impairment, there is an observational hierarchy of things that demand
Let me begin by saying I love a good fall from grace. I know all too well it’s hard at times to find any virtue in being noble when the ignoble are thriving all around. I understand the narrative allure of a good-hearted character who finally says, “Fuck it, I’m going rogue.” The issue for
If the word “theme” gives you flashbacks to high school lit class and your withered soul is croaking “Kiiiiill meeeee,” relax. This is not about guessing the intention of some writer who’s been dead for 400 years (or, more accurately, guessing what the teacher’s guide guesses was the intention of some writer who’s been dead