Series: The Binge and Purge Method

I have a problem.

I read a series until complete, and not remember half of it. I am a binge reader. I will read the series in its entirety, skipping meals, laying in bed, foregoing a night out on the town, etc until it is complete. The problem? All of the books run together, many details are forgotten. I immerse myself into the book, the world, the characters. I remember the people and the places. Small descriptions and details, though necessary for good literature, are completely lost on me. Hence: The Binge and Purge Method.


Just. Keep. Writing.

Great Inspiration.

Victoria (V.E.) Schwab

Hey there, lovelies!

I know it’s been awhile since I posted. I’ve spent the last few months buried under deadlines and finishing up coursework–so far this year I’ve gone to grad school, and written and edited THREE books, all coming out next year–and getting ready to head back to Nashville.

But in the slivers of space between, I’ve been reflecting a lot–about writing, publishing, advice–and I wanted to talk about a piece of advice that I know seems trite, but is honestly the best I can give. I’ll try to explain why.

Five years into my publishing career, I finally feel like I have my feet under me, and because of that, I’m often asked for advice.

When writers–aspiring, debut, and established–ask for insight, I always say, “Just keep writing.”

And I know that sounds like a very Dory thing to say, but the fact of the matter is, if…

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The Decision to Start a Blog

Ever since I can remember I have always read everything I could get my hands on. Shampoo bottles, cleaning product labels, clothing tags, you name it, I have more than likely read it.  Needless to say, I love books, mainly of fiction genre, although I have been known to read anything if the spirit moves me.

Recently, I am at a crossroads in my life and have repeatedly been asked what I want to do, or what it is that I like to do. Jokingly I replied that I should write a book, however, I can’t seem to get this “joke” out of my head. The thought has consumed me. The giant elephant in the room, where my conscience continues to wonder day and night, the voices, the subtle whispers, all I can think is…. WRITE… WRITE….

So begins my plunge into the unknown.

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