A solitary auburn-haired figure pored over amber shards split open on a table stacked with maps. With a heavy needle, they chipped at the crinkled legs of spiders and wasps trapped inside. The two seagull feathers sat next to an aged sextant on the maps.
When I hit writer's block, seven times out of ten it means I didn't know my characters well enough. If I knew my hero, I'd know exactly what he planned to do next. If I knew my villain, I'd know exactly what he's been up to in the background. So maybe it's time we writers asked them to dinner.
Argent’s fingers froze on the cuff hiding his kingfisher tattoo.
The writing process is certainly a process, but one the writer is only halfway in control of. There are certain things people just don't tell you about being a writer, mostly because you'll think you're being fancifully duped. For instance...