The Banal, Narcissistic Auto-Cannibalism of Writing About Writing: Part II

Dear Reader, Here we are, again. I am spiraling in an existential vortex, the same words ringing around my head like church bells at noon: Why am I the way I am? And more importantly: How dare I? Quick recap: I am soon going to post a reflection about Fearful Flash Fiction where I discuss what … Continue reading The Banal, Narcissistic Auto-Cannibalism of Writing About Writing: Part II

The Banal, Narcissistic Auto-Cannibalism of Writing about Writing: Part I

Dear Reader, Here it is, we've finally reached that horrifying, satisfying achievement. I am now writing about writing about writing. Dear God, what have I done. Some context:  I have a few drafts in the works for future blog posts where I examine emotional investment and being cruel to your characters, curating the perfect writing … Continue reading The Banal, Narcissistic Auto-Cannibalism of Writing about Writing: Part I

The Dialogue is Dead. Long Live the Dialogue.

Wanna hear a secret? I despise writing dialogue. I, Emily Vollmer, wholeheartedly acknowledge that dialogue is one of my greatest weaknesses as a writer, and swear to improve my skills in this arena whenever possible. I truly do hate writing conversations. And for a long time, that hindered my ability to write even semi-decently. Now, … Continue reading The Dialogue is Dead. Long Live the Dialogue.