
A LETTER TO MY UNPUBLISHED SELF: LISA ESKINAZI
To my nineteen-year-old unpublished self, I know all about the days you don’t want to get out of bed. The pile of clothes that you will
To my nineteen-year-old unpublished self, I know all about the days you don’t want to get out of bed. The pile of clothes that you will
A few months ago, fellow author Kate Forster of Katebook asked me to answer some questions for a writing group we’re in. With her permission,
Dear Adolescent Unpublished Me, You have just submitted your first manuscript to a real life publisher, and you’re high on possibility. You spent your
Dear Meaghan, Don’t be alarmed, but it’s me… Meaghan. As in, yourself. And I’m writing to you from the future (insert eerie ‘breaking-the-time-space-continuum-music’ soundtrack here).
Do you ever put off reading a book you really want to read, simply because once you start, it will soon be finished? Or is
This post is the first in my Ask the Writer series, which answers questions I’ve been asked as a writer, as well as other questions
Dear 17-year-old Natalie, You were right, it was unfair of your teacher to expect you to write a story without offering basic instruction. FYI, she
This week’s letter is a little different, because it’s actually a letter Kate Forsyth wrote to her unborn children when she was just 15. And
I have such a huge pile of books to review and it feels a little overwhelming … but I feel like I’m making headway. They’ve
irony1 /ˈʌɪrəni/ 2. a state of affairs or an event that seems deliberately contrary to what one expects and is often wryly amusing as a
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