Author Jennifer Snyder shares her two cents about some of the most famous advice from writers to writers…
Three Pieces of Advice Authors Always Seem To Give:
There are three main things authors always seem to repeat when asked to give advice to aspiring authors. Here’s my take on each.
1) Write every day.
I believe it was Steven King who first said this, or at least I’m pretty sure that’s where I heard it first anyway. While I do believe this is helpful, I haven’t actually implemented this “rule” to the fullest. My process for writing seems to be shifting lately. I used to write Mon-Fri and then take a break on the weekends for family time and such, but with my last novel (the fourth in the Coldcreek series) I wrote for two weeks straight and knocked it out quick-like. 5,000 words each day. That meant getting up at 5:30 am on Saturday and Sunday for two weeks in order to get that 5k in before my family woke up and our day together began.
2) Write what you know.
I have never truly followed this rule. While I do write about some things that I know, I don’t write only what I know. They would be pretty boring books if that were the case. Research is often the best part of my writing process. I learn while I write basically. Sometimes it’s garbage stuff, like how many times a day men think about sex. Which is either every six seconds, fifteen minutes, or nineteen times a day depending on which study you read. Other times it’s more informative and important stuff, like what ingredients you need to make a perfect margarita.
This is one I will agree with one hundred percent. Reading is one way you can remain sharp in your genre. You get to see what’s been overdone lately and what hasn’t. I find myself really focusing on the emotions the author creates when I read. I dissect. I like to know what specific words or sentences made me burst into tears or laugh out loud and why. Writing is a craft and learning how to write well is never-ending. Reading will keep you on your toes.
Excellent advice, Jennifer! What do you think of these famous maxims?
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing new adult and young adult fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.
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Publication date: March 4th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Kind hearted and naive, Paige Jacobs wants what every girl craves…to be loved. She uses this need to make excuses when her current boyfriend goes from being a tad jealous and slightly overprotective to stalker-ish. She isn’t that girl and Craig isn’t one of those guys. Things are fine. Perfectly fine. Until the moment a dark-haired, tattooed hottie with a snarky mouth walks into her life and tells her she deserves better.
Confident and boldly spoken, Cameron Green has always been the guy bad girls can’t get enough of and all the good girls want to tame. He’s lived a lavish lifestyle filled with drugs, women, and alcohol up until his destructive path finally caught up with him. Now Cameron isn’t sure what to do with himself or how to dampen the longing for something more festering inside of him since coming out of his drug-induced haze. But when he meets a doe-eyed girl who gets past his walls like no other, everything about him clicks into place.
Together the two learn there are emotions that hold within them all the power to control you…
I folded the skinny jeans in my hands and chuckled. “How do you fit in these? Don’t your legs feel like they’re lacking circulation when you wear them?”
Eva shot me a go-to-hell look. “Are you calling me fat?”
Placing the jeans on top of the other pairs I’d managed to fold, I laughed. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
She grinned. “Yeah, I know, but you walked right into that one. And, no, they don’t cut off my circulation. They’re stretchy.”
“Stretchy, right, and that makes them seem to fit better? Some women need to realize that just because an article of clothing is made of stretchy material it doesn’t necessarily make them look good in it.” I picked the jeans back up and held them out to her. “Here, go try these on and let me make sure you don’t fall into that category.”
She smacked me across the chest. “Shut up. You know if anyone should be giving someone hell, it should be me giving you hell. I mean, you’re folding laundry on a Thursday night with me. Since when did you become so domesticated?” She grinned.
I pursed my lips together; she was right. It was Thursday night and I had nothing better to do besides stay at her place and help fold her freaking laundry. What the hell was the world coming to?
“Yeah, well, I could be asking you the same thing, sweetheart.”
“Don’t call me sweetheart. You know how much I hate your little pet names,” she grumbled. “And you know why I’m home. The loser I chose this time was just that, a loser. What’s your excuse?” She arched an eyebrow at me.
“I’m a recovering addict; becoming a homebody is logically my next step. If I don’t cut myself off from fun, I might relapse.” I was kidding, slightly. The last week or so had been tough, and thoughts of using to escape the mental anguish I’d found myself in had been tempting.
“Not funny.” Eva frowned.
“I wasn’t trying to be.”