The other day in one of the Facebook groups I inhabit, someone asked, “Which one of these stories would you want to read first?” and he went through detailed descriptions of four ideas. I didn’t even read the descriptions. This was a no-brainer. Write the one that excites you the most, I said. Don’t worryContinue reading “Writers write what they love”
Category Archives: Creativity
Writers have fun
I would sit cross-legged on my bed, using my copy of The Great Comic Book Heroes as a desk, and write and draw and compose lyrics. Enamored by Marvel Comics, I wrote and drew the adventures of Greatman, The Fabulous Five, Brink the Atomic Man, Moss Man, and JoBanner — the last a poor guyContinue reading “Writers have fun”
Writers show up every day
I am the poster boy bad example for the first rule of writing: Show up every day. I have already chronicled the results of my failure to show up every day. All along my goal was to escape “wage slavery” and make a living as a full-time writer, staying at home to pet my dog,Continue reading “Writers show up every day”
BLUHM’S RULES FOR WRITING
Show up every day. Have fun. Write what you love. Be silly sometimes. Don’t think. (None of these are original with me. I even chose to make it five rules because Heinlein did. But follow these, and you’ll be on your way.)
The Starting Line
To build some consistency into my writing habits, I said to myself in late July 2020, “I bet I could write a blog post every day from August through October. I did the math: 31 days plus 30 plus 31 equals 92. And thus was born my 92-day challenge. If you search the internet, youContinue reading “The Starting Line”
Becoming Full
Full made a splash and then stopped selling. Or I tossed it in the water and watched the splash and then stopped talking about it. The book is really three small collections around themes that are important to me: the human need to create, the freedom and uniqueness of each individual soul, and the encouragementContinue reading “Becoming Full”
Where angels dance
“Write only what you love, and love what you write,” Ray Bradbury wrote. What would be the point of writing words of hate, or words that don’t speak love, no, shout love? What would be the point of wasting any moment of life on the mean, the small, the spirit-breaking nastiness? Given a finite timeContinue reading “Where angels dance”
