A 240-page script book is an attempt to demise one part of the messy, confusing creative process that results in a video game.
If she can win 23 Grand Slam titles, perhaps I can sit down to write, say, 1,000 words.
Working in a familiar place and eating familiar, anodyne food gets me through the chaos of life as a freelancer (and life in general).
Helping kids scam schools has turned into a full-time job for me.
The meditation of walking in a city is not as internal as that of hiking. You do not lose yourself in the silence; rather, you melt into the physical beat of observation.
Archive of Our Own is a finalist in the prestigious Hugo award's Best Related Works category—which means thousands of fanfics are Hugo finalists.
"Night Moves" is a look at life in the mid-2000s told by a narrator getting her start as a writer, living in crumbling apartments, navigating Chicago's music scene, and cruising the world on her bike.
Eagerness to get hired isn’t the same thing as enthusiasm for doing the work.
A recent series of comments forced me to confront the issues of writing like everyone else as a person of color.
"Heterosexuality is bad," and other thoughts from a rising-star writer poking holes in how we talk about power, transgender identity, and what to do after you tell the truth.
Guessing the anonymous author of the Trump op-ed in The New York Times based on the use of the word ‘lodestar’ is “entirely useless,” according to a forensic linguist.
Being your own boss isn’t for everyone, and it’s definitely not easy, but for me the tradeoffs are worth it.