2019 is turning out to be a year of honest vulnerability & the willingness to reach out and ask for help--something I've never been keen on doing before. I'm learning that apparently, when I bother to take the time to convince myself I don't need help is exactly the moment I do. A writer reached out to me about a week ago. They were checking in, not for any particular reason, just to say hello...and to also say they were having a rough go of it.

We write.
We draft.
We edit.
We read. We critique. We revise. We dream. We study. We learn. We plot. We re-plot. We re-write. We listen. We wake in the night, sleep-weighted fingers dumping notes into phones, "yoga who green thirteen behind" to interpret in the morning. We breathe fire onto laptops, setting alight garbage drafts. We shape mashed potato sculptures made of ash. We compare. We judge. We fidget and fret. We worry. We sit in confused silence and we ask for help.

Should we talk about a craft thing today, #pitchwars? Perhaps about your protagonist's central misbelief?

This is one of my favorite things to consider when writing, and learning about it has transformed my writing. I won't put this whole thread under the #pitchwars hashtag, so if you want to follow along, open this tweet!

This will all be on misbelief and how it connects with character arc, plot, and theme <3