Category Archives: Writing Angst

A Dose of Encouragement

Posted on January 31, 2022 by Chuck Mall

All of these scenarios about writers exist: * Someone wrote a first novel that sold well and made them famous. But after that success, none of his other books did well. * Someone wrote for 25 years, completing several manuscripts … Continue reading →

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Throwing Out the Misdirection

Posted on July 2, 2020 by Chuck Mall

I am going to publicly embarrass myself. I decided to be a writer in elementary school, and by the time I was in high school, I was prolific. There was no emotion or reality in my fiction, though. Being a … Continue reading →

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Imbue Your Work with Love

Posted on June 3, 2020 by Chuck Mall

The secret to writing well lies with experience, and another “magic” ingredient you didn’t know. Continue reading →

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Angst. Just your general angst.

Posted on March 21, 2016 by Chuck Mall

I know writing is not supposed to be fun. I know it is not necessarily supposed to be hard. I know it can work well as you get into the “flow” and time and space disappear beneath the rapid-fire sequence … Continue reading →

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Doomsday Escapers

Posted on March 8, 2015 by Chuck Mall

For awhile I was hooked on the TV show Doomsday Preppers. It all seemed so real, what could happen to take society down. While not highly likely, the scenarios preppers thought of became more plausible with each passing episode: A … Continue reading →

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Write to the Market?

Posted on October 5, 2014 by Chuck Mall

I started with good intentions. When I was in elementary and middle school, I wrote about the small things close to me and my life. I lived in a closed world and could not see outside that narrow horizon. Though … Continue reading →

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