7 Minutes With... Tosca Lee

By JT Ellison

I’m so pleased to welcome my friend Tosca Lee to the Tao today. Her new book, THE PROGENY, kept me up way too late one night. A fabulous premise, I know you’re going to love it, and love her. And… she’s a newlywed! So give her some love! Take it away, Tosca!


Set your music to shuffle and hit play. What’s the first song that comes up?
Linkin Park’s “One Step Closer” 😀

Now that we’ve set the mood, what are you working on today?
Edits for the sequel of The Progeny, Firstborn. And eating my way through half a rack of ribs. :>

What’s your latest book about?
A 21 year-old named Emily Porter, who is starting over in the North Woods of Maine after erasing her memory of the last two years . . . and soon learns she’s a descendant of the infamous “blood countess” Elizabeth Bathory—and that she’s being hunted. Now everything she erased to protect she needs to rediscover to stay alive.

Where do you write, and what tools do you use?
I spend most of my time writing at the farm where I live with my husband, three boys, a cat that drools when you pet her and a dog that drinks out of the toilet. I use Word to write in, but Scrivener to organize my notes and research. I think it also does a lot of other stuff like wash your dishes and organize your taxes, but I can’t figure it all out.

What was your favorite book as a child?
Green Eggs and Ham. Though I was very disturbed that the pictures weren’t in full color and so colored them in myself.

What’s your secret talent?
I can levitate peas. Okay, just one pea at a time. I can levitate pea. Ask me to amaze you next time I see you in person.

What are you reading now?
The Fifth Wave. I stole it from my 15 year-old.

When did you know you wanted to be a writer?
Not until college. I had been talking with my dad about how my favorite books take you on this amazing ride, and how cool it would be to make a ride like that for others. And then I blurted out: “I think I want to write a book.” My dad made me a deal: if I spent the summer writing a novel, full-time, he’d pay me what I would have made working at the bank as a teller. So I took the deal and wrote my first novel—a historical novel about the Neolithic Stonehenge people. It’s still in my basement with the rest of my skeletons.

Who is your writing idol? Have you met him/her? If so, did you completely nerd out or keep your cool?
I stalked, met and took a picture with Lee Child last summer at Thrillerfest. I look like a complete grinning idiot.

What’s your favorite bit of writing advice?
One I tell myself all the time: write like no one will ever read this. It keeps my first drafts honest and me sane.

What do you do if the words aren’t flowing?
Eat and watch TV.

Are you creatively satisfied?
Not yet!

What would you like to be remembered for?
Being a great mom.

Alright, now for the really important questions:

Beach or mountains? Beach

Coffee or tea? Coffee

Skydive or bungee jump? I broke out in a sweat just reading this question. Please, I want to live.

Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate

Winter or summer? Summer

Cake or pie? Bacon

Cats or dogs? Dogs. (Sorry, Misty.)

Pens or pencils? Pens

Truth or dare? Dare me. Except to skydive or bungee jump.

Print or ebook? Print, every time.


Tosca Lee

Tosca Lee is the award-winning, New York Times bestselling author of Iscariot, The Legend of Sheba, Demon: A Memoir, Havah: The Story of Eve, and the Books of Mortals series with New York Times bestseller Ted Dekker (Forbidden, Mortal, Sovereign).

A notorious night-owl, she loves watching TV, eating bacon, playing video games with her kids, and sending cheesy texts to her husband. You can find Tosca hanging around the snack table or wherever bacon is served.

And here’s a little bit more about Tosca’s new book, THE PROGENY.

I’m twenty-one years old and my name doesn’t matter because it’s about to be erased forever.

When you wake up, you remember nothing. Not your name, or where you were born, or the faces of the people you knew. Just a single warning written to yourself before you forgot it all:

Emily, it’s me. You.

Don’t ask about the last two years… Don’t try to remember and don’t go digging. Your life depends on it. Other lives depend on it.

By the way, Emily isn’t your real name. You died in an accident. You paid extra for that.

You start over in a remote place with a new name, a fresh life. Until the day a stranger tells you you’re being hunted for the sins of a royal ancestor who died centuries before you were born.

You don’t believe him, until they come for you. Now you’re on the run.

Every answer you need lies in a past you chose to erase. The only thing you know for sure is that others are about to die and you need those memories back.

But first, you have to stay alive.

THE PROGENY is now available wherever books are sold!

Go get you a copy!

Via: JT Ellison


5.22.16 - Sunday Smatterings

By JT Ellison

Hello, dear chickens!

How are you this fine Sunday? I’m riding high this weekend because I finished my writing on the next Nicholas Drummond book!!!!!!!!!

Current Mood

This is how I feel now that the book is in Catherine’s capable hands. It’s a fun, epic adventure I think you guys are going to dig.

On I go to write Sam #5!


Here’s what happened on the Internets this week:

Cat Astronaut Backpack

Fulfill your kitty’s wildest dreams, and let them become a tiny astronaut.

How to order wine

This is how to order wine like you know how to order wine. Impress all your dining mates!

Briana's Bookshelf

Oh, my fellow book nerds, LOOK at this Etsy shop! Literary candles and original fiction? I am so there.

Diana Gabaldon Process

Y’all know that I basically worship the ground Diana Gabaldon walks on. So imagine my sqee when I read this article she wrote about her process—because this is very near how I write.

silent reading party

This is the stuff introvert dreams are made of: How to Host a Silent Reading Party.

noncompete clause Kris Rusch

For those of you who have or are thinking of selling your creative efforts, this piece on non-compete clauses by Kris Rusch is a must-read.

Brain Pickings Maria Popova Commencement

There’s so much to love about Brainpickings every week. Maria Popova knows how to scour the zeitgeist and find some interesting food for thought. This week, she shared her commencement address to her alma mater, the school of communication at the University of Pennsylvania. There are so many stand-up-and-shout, “YES!” truths in here, it’s so worth your time. Here’s one especially good bit:

You are the creators of tomorrow’s ideas and ideals, the sculptors of public opinion and of culture. As long as we feed people buzz, we cannot expect their minds to produce symphonies. Never let the temptation of marketable mediocrity and easy cynicism rob you of the chance to ennoble public life and enlarge the human spirit — because we need that badly today, and because you need it badly for the survival of your soul.

Seriously, go read the rest.

And closer to home:

Casal Garcia Vinho Verde

This week, Amy the Wine Vixen brought us a zingy white wine you’re gonna take on all your beach trips this year (mark my words).

Positive side of perfection

I continued my perfection series on the Tao this week, giving a positive spin on striving for perfection. Because striving for excellence isn’t all bad, y’all!

That’s all I have for you, my darlings. Be well, and we’ll talk again soon!


Via: JT Ellison


5.19.16 - The Positive Side of Perfection

By JT Ellison

For the past two weeks, I’ve focused on how a life-long pursuit of perfection has created issues in both my creative and personal lives.

Today, I’d like to turn all of that on its ear.

Because, honestly? Striving for perfection has created great success for me.

The term success in and of itself is subjective. The traditional definition—the accomplishment of an aim or purpose—seems less than the word’s current connotation. Success means so many things to so many people. What is your measure? Is it wealth? Fame? Book sales, reviews, touring? Or something more intrinsic to your happiness—the accomplishment of your aims?

We all measure ourselves by different yardsticks—yardsticks we hold next to someone we’d like to be or emulate, instead of our own shadows.

Think about that for a moment.

When is the last time you looked inward and said, “Hey, I’m pretty awesome!” What did you hear instead? “So and so got a better review/better coop/sold more books/landed that spot in PW…” Or is that just me?

Because I admit it. As much as I try to stay focused, my yardstick does creep away sometimes, to mock me from afar.

I preach—PREACH—to all my writing friends that you absolutely cannot compare your path to another writer’s. Everyone’s publishing journey is different. Unique unto them. So your yardstick can only be used to measure yourself. It’s mano e mano—in this case, you against you.

I believe in the individual’s path. But I also understand that without a little healthy competition, sometimes you don’t push yourself hard enough. And there’s a difference between competing and coveting. A huge one.

Competing makes you stronger. Coveting makes you weaker.

And here’s where the relentless pursuit of perfection comes in. Every book I write, I try to improve on the last. Stronger writing, better structure, deeper characters, scarier villains. I don’t want to do the same thing twice, so I experiment. I push myself. I write things and allow them to stay on the page because I know if I trust my subconscious, it will all make sense in the end. I force words onto the page, even when I’m not feeling it.

I create. No matter what—good, bad, mediocre—I create.

And then, in competition with myself and with writers I admire, I push myself to up my game.

I edit the wee word beasties into submission. I push them around like a coach facing an unruly and recalcitrant football team. I scream at them, beg them, cajole and woo. Whatever it takes to get them perfect.

Am I a perfect writer? Hell, no. No way. Not even close. But my personal drive for perfection, to top my previous best, makes me come to the page, day after day after day, and find ways to make it all work. I might drive myself crazy in the process, but I’m all over it. I am living this path. It’s mine, and I love it.

That drive to create, to better each book, to perfect the process, find easier paths to better work, is why I feel like I’m having some success. Do I feel like I AM a success? Not yet. But I am having a decent measure of success in my career now. It’s taken a decade of showing up to the page, Sisyphus with his rock, pounding out the words, for me to feel like a real writer.

There are other people who do this so much better than me. Writers I so greatly admire, because their pursuit of perfection leads them to something I like to call intentionality.

I know several intentional writers. They are not waiting for the writing to come to them. They aren’t letting their careers unfold as they will. They enter into this business mindfully, purposefully, intentionally. They are in complete control of all aspects, from what they write to how they write it, and for whom.

The first who comes to mind is one we all know and love—J.K. Rowling. Look at how she planned out the Potter books. Look at how she took complete control of her career when those books took off. How she held back rights because she knew somewhere down the line, she was going to need them as a negotiating tool. Audio, digital, film—she was careful and deliberate every step of the way. She make the choices that were right for her and her work, and no one else.

Now, JT, you say, Rowling isn’t a good example, because she has so much money she had the power of choice.

OK. I’ll give you that. But I still assert she’s an intentional writer. Come on, she put out a book under a pseudonym to get the story out there unfettered by her success.

Still don’t buy it? All right. Let me give you a case that might strike closer to home. A young writer named Elizabeth Heiter.

I met Elizabeth at a conference last year. We shared a panel, and as always happens, the questions evolved into the typical, How did you get published? At the time, I remember being rather awestruck at how knowledgeable, how intentional, and how focused she was. She knew things as a debut that I’d only learned after several years in the business. You can always tell when a new writer is going to make a career at this. There’s something in the way they talk, the way they approach their career, their work. They’re intentional. Elizabeth is intentional. Read this piece she did about her journey. It will explain what I mean.

I posit that the pursuit of perfection drives us to succeed. While there may be pitfalls, and it’s certainly easy to fall into them, without this desire, without this impetus, there would be no success.

If we didn’t try to top ourselves, to be intentional toward our work and our lives, we’d never create another piece of art.

Last week, I mentioned the scene from the movie Burnt, where the protagonist Adam and his therapist discuss how Adam feels the apocalypse bearing down if he doesn’t achieve perfection. Sometimes, the fear of the impending apocalypse does help us. The good that comes from the drive to perfect—the work product, the personal goals met, the ceilings we set for ourselves shattered—are Janus twins, aren’t they? They can crush us, or they can make us.

If you’re lucky, you can use this desire and drive to make your career.

Next time, I’m going to dive into the tangibles of how I set goals and how I reward myself when I achieve them. Until then, I’m curious to hear whether you think the pursuit of perfection is a positive or a negative in your creative life.

Via: JT Ellison


5.15.16 - Sunday Smatterings

By JT Ellison

Hi, Chickens!

Whew, it’s Sunday! Are you getting much relaxing done? I’m writing away on the next Nicholas Drummond book, making up for lost time, because instead of writing…

I spent this week at Book Expo America (BEA) in Chicago, one of the biggest publishing events of the year. Industry folks come together and talk about the biggest books and trends in the market. I always like to see what other genres and houses are up to, it’s such a cool convergence of creative minds. I love it! I signed 300 copies of FIELD OF GRAVES, met a lot of incredible people, talked tons of business with my team, and generally made merry. *

Anyway. You came for links. So here you go.

Here’s what happened on the Internets this week:

18 confessions only book lovers will understand

These are 18 confessions only a book lover will understand.

Shakespeare Quiz

QUIZ! Can you spot the real Shakespeare words? (this is harder than it appears)

Should I help others be an artist? -Ask Polly

“Should I help others be an artist?” An astounding answer, one I think we all need to hear.

Stunning Images from a 747

This is stunning: “I fly 747s for a living. Here are the amazing things I see every day.”

And closer to home:

Thrills & Chills Sampler

Oh! Wanna read the first chapter of FIELD OF GRAVES? It’s in the Harlequin Thrills & Chills sampler, along with some work by other fab authors. (Mary Kubica, Tess Gerritsen, and Heather Gudenkauf, anyone?)

Belle Ambiance Cabernet Sauvignon 2014

If you’re looking for a cheap and delicious Cabernet Sauvignon, try this one (brought to you by The Wine Vixen).

On What Happens If We're Not Perfect (Perfection Series Part II)

I’m doing a Perfection series on the Tao and aired Part II, on the lies we tell ourselves about perfection, this week. (Did you miss Part I? Find it here.)

* While I was at BEA, yours truly got to see a bunch of her Harlequin/HarperCollins team and some of her author friends! As you can see in this video, I wasn’t having fun at all.

Alright, favorites, that’s all I’ve got this week. Be well, enjoy some sunshine, and we’ll talk again soon!


Via: JT Ellison


5.12.16 - On What Happens If We're Not Perfect (Perfection Series Part II)

By JT Ellison

I struggle with perfection. I don’t think I’m the only one.

I’ve discussed before how my pursuit of perfection paralyzes me. Lately, though, I’ve been wondering why, exactly, I’m holding on so tightly to things. I’ve been self-psychoanalyzing this white-knuckle approach to life, and, as always happens, the universe has been giving me what I need to make sense of my thoughts and find new paths to follow. I’ve had some interesting epiphanies lately.

I’d already decided I wasn’t going to have a birthday, because I refused to get a year older.

What I didn’t say aloud was I didn’t want to turn another year older and still feel like I don’t have my shit together.

I mean really, I’m an adult. I have a job I love, a husband I adore, a fantastic life with wonderful friends, adorable kittens, and a house that (ten years of renovations later) finally seems to be in pretty good shape.

But the edges of my life still feel frayed and unkempt.

There are still so many things I want to do, so many ways I want to be more intentional.

So I revolted at the idea of a birthday, proper. Instead, because I’ve learned to trust my subconscious, I did something utterly unique on my special day. I scheduled some me time. Time I could be alone, and do some thinking. Time to process a bunch of really cool insights I’ve had recently.

Have you seen the movie Burnt, starring Bradley Cooper as a tyrannical bad-boy chef? If you haven’t, I highly recommend it. I love stories about food, and this doesn’t disappoint. But more important is the theme of the story. It is clear, and it is hard.

Perfection kills.

As the protagonist, Adam Jones says, “If it’s not perfect, you throw it away…”

A double-Michelin-starred chef, Adam has a fabulous redemptive journey through the story. He is a perfectionist. He holds himself, and everyone around him, to such completely unattainable heights he is constantly disappointed.

There is a moment, late in the movie, when he’s talking with the therapist tasked with keeping him drug-free and in line so he can get his third Michelin star, that is so powerful I had to stop the movie, sit for a few minutes, and try to process what he’d said. He’s being completely sarcastic in tone, but he means every word. This is the heart of his character, his driving force.

Dr. Rosshilde: Tell me what frightens you.

Adam: Spiders. Death.

Dr. Rosshilde: [chuckles] Well, or maybe the imperfection of human relationships, the imperfection of others, of yourself.

Adam: [sighs]

Dr. Rosshilde: What happens if you get this third star?

Adam: Oh no, not “if.” “When.”

Dr. Rosshilde: Alright, when you get it.

Adam: Celebration. Fireworks. Sainthood. Immortality.

Dr. Rosshilde: Perfection.

Adam: Mmhmm, sure.

Dr. Rosshilde: What happens if you fail?

Adam: Plague. Pestilence. The seas rise, locusts devour. The four horsemen ride, and darkness descends.

Dr. Rosshilde: Death.

Adam: Sure.

I don’t know if this is how everyone feels, but it’s certainly right in line with my feelings on the subject.

There’s perfection, or there is the yawning abyss. There is nothing in between.

That’s a pretty rough place to live.

When I heard it, out loud, and realized this is where I’ve been dangling myself, I knew I needed to make some changes.

So I decided to listen to Elizabeth Gilbert’s Big Magic podcast. I love Liz’s voice: She has a certain timbre in her tone that resonates with me—it’s sheer joy. She always sounds like she’s on the verge of bursting out into happy, crazy laughter, which in turn makes me happy and primes me to listen.

I pulled a ton of nuggets from the shows, but the biggest, most mind-blowing one came from the very last installment, during a conversation she’s had with Brené Brown.

Liz said a therapist once told her that what she was terrified of—essentially the worst thing that could ever happen to your art—has already happened.

I had to pull the car over.

I played it back. I felt the same frisson.

It started me thinking. What’s the very worst thing that can happen to me as an artist?

Someone hates my work. My book gets terrible reviews. My book doesn’t sell. I lose my editor. I lose my gig. My story inspires someone to hurt someone else. My creative muse deserts me and I can’t write.

Yeah. Well. You can see how the negativity that lurks disguises itself as a driving need for perfection. If the art is perfect, none of these things will happen. Right?


Well guess what. Liz is right. All of these horrible things already have happened. Over the past decade, every one of them (except someone hurting someone else, that I know of).

NO ONE KNOWS is a great example of this.

When I wrote the book, I KNEW there were people who weren’t going to like it. I knew some wouldn’t care for the writing, the change in genre, the story, or (especially) the ending. Whether they missed the twist, or they didn’t buy into the concept, or they simply hated discovering the narrator is truly unreliable, I KNEW I was going to get dinged. It was truly the first thing I’d ever created that I understood and accepted would piss people off.

I put it out there anyway.

I got a bunch of great trade reviews (PHEW!) and then the the rest started to come in. The good far outweigh the bad, but there are some BAD reviews. (I particularly enjoyed the one who suggested a lobotomy would be necessary to enjoy the book.)

So when I heard Liz say the worst thing that could happen already has… I realized a number of things, including the realization that yes, the worst already has happened to me, in various ways.

If I was brave enough to let NO ONE KNOWS out into the world, knowing full well it was going to garner mixed reviews, what in the HELL am I holding back on anymore?

I have been using the goal of perfection to limit myself. Nay, to punish myself. All the while not even realizing that the worst has already happened, and I’ve lived through it virtually unscathed.

Yes, there’s been a lot of negative self-talk in my brain lately. It’s not because NO ONE KNOWS got some bad reviews—surprisingly, that’s not a big deal to me. People are entitled to their opinions, and not everybody likes everything. It’s something deeper.

The nasty four letter world we all hate.


Resistance is fear. Trying to attain perfection is fear.

So yes, the worst thing that could happen to my art already has—there are people who don’t like it and won’t ever buy another book.

And… the sun is still rising in the mornings. I am still creating. And by God, I am going to trust my gut from here on out, and stop letting this relentless pursuit of perfection get in my way.

Next blog, I’m going to look at some ways I’m reframing all this talk into something productive. Because I’m tired of trying to be perfect. I need to trust myself, trust my art, and trust the process. If I write the words, I will create a book. All the rest is out of my control.

What do you think is the worst thing that can happen to your art?

Via: JT Ellison


5.8.16 - Sunday Smatterings

By JT Ellison

Happy Sunday, chickens!

Happy Mother’s Day! I’m sadly in another state so I don’t get to see my mommy today. Give yours an extra squeeze for me.

I’m gearing up to go on the road, and this time my travels take me to BEA (Book Expo America), one of the biggest book events of the year. Are you around the Chicago area? You should stop by! Click here to find me this week.

And now, without further adieu…

Here’s what happened around the Internets this week:

Rabbit hole

I always love it when my bestie blogs. This week, author Laura Benedict wrote about coming to terms with a life going continually down the rabbit hole, something all writers do. So much brilliance and honesty in one post.

Weird things book lovers do

I probably relate to this a little too much: 15 Slightly Odd Things All Book Lovers Have Done.

NJ wine

So apparently New Jersey makes wine, and it’s delicious.

John Green Looking for Alaska Challenge

YA author John Green talked about his book LOOKING FOR ALASKA, the most challenged book of 2015. I loved his response to censorship: it’s respectful, articulate food-for-thought.

Better To Do List

This is how to craft a better To-Do List (I love this so much!).

2015 MTV Movie Awards - Red Carpet

No matter how you feel about her, Amy Schumer makes a good point here: Amy Schumer’s ‘I’m Sorry’ Sketch Skewers A Culture That Makes Women Apologize Constantly.

And closer to home:

Kenwood 2011 Vulupa Zinfandel

On The Wine Vixen, Amy found a delightful under-$20 zinfandel that pairs delightfully with pan-seared red snapper and mango-avocado salsa. And she included those recipes, too, because she’s nice like that.

On the Relentless Pursuit of Perfection

I started a new series on the Tao this week on perfectionism and creativity: two things that go hand in hand, but aren’t necessarily good companions.

That’s it from me! Hope you’re having a lovely Mother’s Day, American chickens, and enjoy the busy but beautiful May season. We’ll talk again soon!


Via: JT Ellison


5.5.16 - On The Relentless Pursuit of Perfection

By JT Ellison

From the time I was able to hold a pencil and write, perfection was my friend, and mistake my enemy.

It was a paralyzing combination.

I wanted to be an artist, but when faced with a blank sheet of paper, I was terrified. Not with fear that I couldn’t draw, couldn’t create. I knew I could. No, my fear was I would ruin the pristine paper with a line out of place, and I’d have to throw it away.

I would have ruined the paper with a mistake.

When I realized writing was a simpler thing for me than drawing, I had the same issue. If I misspelled a word, or miswrote a word, that was it. The paper was ruined, and I had to start over.

Nothing but perfection was (*ahem* is) acceptable.

This holds true for most everything I do, all these years later. Now I understand that this urge for perfection is a manifestation of OCD, and I find ways to push past the early paralyzing moments when faced with blank pages. For new novels, I have a formula for starting. This includes building a book journal, building a file, naming the book, putting together epigraphs… little things that mean the pages aren’t entirely blank.

But that’s easy to do when you’re in a computer screen. When you’re doing it by hand, it’s a whole different story.

All these years later, I’m still always terrified that I’m going to make a mistake on that first page and have to rip it out and start over. Trust me, there are a number of notebooks in my house with a first page missing.

I’ve been examining these urges lately, because I came across something interesting. It’s a story about how dependent we’ve become on the Cloud, and how we’re losing a lot of our history because everything is typed on computers.

Thinking about this, I had a realization. This is directly related to how we’re so carefully curating our lives for one another. If you think about it, we are always striving for perfection in our written work, so much so that we’ve become dependent on spellcheck and grammar checks, and nothing that makes it to public consumption hasn’t been edited to death.

What are we losing by working electronically? What bits of genius, or specialness, are we losing when we can so easily delete and write something fresh?

Not only are we curating our lives for one another, we’re curating our thoughts… for ourselves.

Whether your desire to have a clean, perfect document is pathological or simply a result of the way you want to present yourself to the world, we are eliminating some of our finest work when we edit ourselves online, on the computer screen, in our writing programs.

Think of what we’re losing? That original thought, that original impetus, the original words, edited into coherent [[thoughts]]… *

*I JUST did it. I saw the words “thoughts”, and even though it’s correct, I immediately backward deleted to come up with something else, something unique that isn’t a repetitive word. It’s instinct; I do it without thinking. Which makes me wonder: How much do I delete throughout a day? I don’t keep track of how many words I type in a day, I keep track of the end product. At the end of the day, I have X number of words.

What if I didn’t delete and rewrite? What if I was forced to write by hand, in a notebook, and had a record of all those words I decided weren’t right, weren’t correct, were misspelled?

I’ve always wanted to write a book by hand. I do a lot of handwritten work already, from journals to note taking to planning and processing ideas. Could I stand to write a whole story by hand? Could I stand the XXed out words, the arrows drawn to realign paragraphs, the hundreds of mistakes I make in a day of writing? Moreover, how many words am I REALLY writing in a day? I’d bet I write two to three times as much as is recorded at the end of the day, trying out sentences, trying ideas, words, themes. I immediately delete when something isn’t working.

What if I stopped doing that?

We’re talking a monstrous sea change for me. For us all. Paper isn’t the precious commodity it used to be. Ink and pens are easy to work with. I don’t know that I could give up my laptop—the ideas seem to go through my brain directly into my fingers onto the page, without stops or bypasses, and I don’t feel that flow when I’m writing by hand.

But it’s doable. It’s totally doable.

And I would have a record—a real record, a true record—of the words. It wouldn’t be perfect, and all that markup would probably give me hives, but it’s something worth thinking about. At the very least, I’m going to try and be more intentional about how I self-edit.

In the next few weeks, look for a few more posts with the theme of perfection stifling our art. It’s something I really want to explore.


What say you? Are we losing our culture to autocorrect and spell check and the keyboard? Do you write by hand or by keyboard?

Via: JT Ellison