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Books, whether fantasy, romance, or thrillers, tend to follow a structure. It’s true for movies and series as well. It’s a rhythm that as...

Have you ever felt that you really want to write—a novel, a short story, an epic fantasy series spanning five books you’ll publish and...

One of the most frustrating parts of writing isn’t a lack of ideas, but our inability to stay focused long enough to do something with them. You sit down to write, open the document, stare at the screen, and… get sidetracked a moment later to research something “important” or check a likely irrelevant notification. We often talk about flow — that state where writing feels effortless, scenes unfold naturally, and the outside world fades away. For many writers, that feeling is

Being a writer (even an aspiring one), we’ve all found ourselves praying to the muse at some point in our journey. We’ve all tried to...

My love story with fantasy began with Dragonlance Chronicles . The dark mages, the mysterious elves, the noble paladins (Sturm in...

One crippling enemy that every writer—whether seasoned or just starting out (with more emphasis on the later)—must face is self-doubt. It’s that nagging feeling that sits in the pit of your stomach and gives rise to questions that almost always start with “what if” . And I don’t mean the good kind of “what ifs” either. I’m not talking about ideas for interesting scenes or characters, or the daydream-y “what if Netflix bought the rights to my book and I got rich?” No. I’m tal

Sidhe, Drow, Fae. These are all terms fantasy authors have used to describe a race of creatures that tend to be tall, pointy-eared, and...

I’ll start with a confession I believe many of you will find very relatable–for years, I couldn’t finish writing a novel, manuscript or even just a story. Like many other fantasy fans, I began dabbling in writing in my early pre-teens. I was so inspired by magic-filled lands and the extraordinary heroes that roamed them, that I longed to create a magical world of my own. Each night, I would stay up late, typing away on WordPad (since Word was still a lucrative and alien techn