Monthly Archives: May 2016

Recipe for Raising a Teenager – Our Write Side

Loving Parents (quantity and flavors may vary) Stable environment (size and locations may vary) A pinch of patience A dash of defiance (I am so not in denial) A sprinkle of spunk And a big dollop of LOVE (the fresh kind works best) Directions: 1)

How to Make a Scene List – Our Write Side

I’m sure you’ve all heard of scene lists. Famous authors such as J.K. Rowling have shared their scene lists with the world. And scene lists are a game changer in your writing, helping you craft a strong story. Even if you are a die-hard pantser,

How to Write a Scene – Our Write Side

Did you know a scene is the building block of our story and follow a similar structure arc as our novels on a micro scale? So what do we need to consider to write strong scenes? Let’s take a look. First, each scene must have a character

April 2016 – Our Write Side

As poetry editor for Our Write Side, it would only be fitting for me to offer a poetry lesson of my own. To round out World Poetry Month, I figured I would do a piece on song lyrics. I have written a few songs, and

Sassy Scorpio Scribe: Love Is – Our Write Side

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” ― Lao Tzu I remember being young and pouring over those little “Love Is” comics. My mom had a tattered, spiral notebook full of them. She had meticulously cut them

Book Review Submissions – Our Write Side

Did you know Our Write Side has our own book review team? That’s “write.” We have an exclusive team on standby to read and review all genres and forms of writing. So, how do you get your book on our reading list? That’s simple. Just

March 2016 – Our Write Side

Welcome to the Darkroom where we open our photo album to you to help spark your creativity. Each week we offer a new photo, but the story is yours to write. The Rules, because there are always rules: 1. The photo is here to spark

May 2013 – Our Write Side

I hit the ground hard, my backside smarting and my sword almost impaling me as I bounced into the middle of a room. Standing, I adjusted my floppy tricorne hat with my good hand and took in the opulence of the room. It was a