My Own Kind of Magic

I want to tell you a story. When I was a senior in high school, I took a ceramics class with a couple of my friends. It was a third period class, early in the day, and afterward we would all have to go our separate ways again to our fourth period classes. Usually, one…

Learning to DNF

I used to be very adamant about finishing the books I started. This might be due to the somewhat spiritual take I have on stories and storytelling—i.e., I took the time to step into this world, and therefore I “owe it” to the book, and to myself, to see it through to the end. Otherwise,…

The Problem with Writing Advice

There’s a specific part about my line of work that I just don’t get sometimes. And it’s ironic, because there have already been a number of occasions where I have partaken in this confusing aspect of creativity myself—specifically when it comes to creative writing. But in spite of having my own small part to play,…

The Sound of Our Own Voice

I recently had a (somewhat) interesting conversation with a customer in the children’s bookstore where I work. She came up to the counter and set down the second book in the Dragon Rider series by Cornelia Funke—who happens to be one of my favorite authors. And before I could say, “Oh! That’s one of my…