This morning, I find myself staring out the window at the dozen or so flats of flowers that need to planted this weekend. Back in my pre-writing days, I used to dedicate vast amounts of time to gardening, much to my wife's displeasure, but after I was bitten by the writing bug, it's become increasingly harder to pull myself away from the computer. I feel guilty if I'm not spending every last spare moment writing, and as a result, my garden has suffered.
I'm not complaining. It's just an occupational hazard of being a writer.
Have a great weekend and enjoy the links!
Starting an Email Newsletter: Why to Do It and Which Service to Use
How To Turn Your Setting Into An Obstacle Course
Infusing Emotion into Every Scene and Chapter
Why Your Ebook SHOULD NOT Look Like a Print Book
Story Twinkies: Do You Need One?
One, Two Three, Notice Me: The Rule of Three (And How it Helps
Awesome Stakes with Bill and Ted