Jazz Up Your Writing with a New Font

Feel like your writing is getting a bit stale? Writing in a new font is a sure way to freshen up your writing and get those creative juices flowing. A font itself can be a story – mysterious and simpletall and elegant,  hastily scrawled,distant and inhuman. Any reader who sees your font will get a sense of your tale even before they read a word.

If you have a story you want to tell and are having some trouble, go font-shopping! Find the font that tells your story for you and enjoy typing out the words with your newfound paintbrush. Or maybe you’ve no story in mind, and the font itself will inspire a new beginning. Typing with a fresh font is downright fun.

There are multiple places to find free fonts online, but the best I’ve found has to be Google Fonts. Go enjoy the elegant interface, pick up a few new brushes, and get typing!


The Bridge

The device is simple, they say. Cutting edge 23rd century technology melded with the latest in laser implants. The install is not only painless, but pleasant—sit back and enjoy these five minutes out of your busy day while Ella gets to know you. You may even experience memories long forgotten as she reconnects the decaying strings of your mind, discovering how you think and what you think about so that she may best assist you. There is no recovery time. Simply go about your day as usual, and let Ella do the work for you.

How often have we had a word at the tip of our tongue, but are unable to speak it? Had deja-vu with nearly forgotten memories, unable to place them, and are swept with a sense of having lived another lifetime? How slowly do we experience our world through speech and language, when our thoughts travel near the speed of light? Ella is the link we’ve been waiting for. She’ll know what you need before you have a chance to speak it, and will feed your mind directly without any ungainly device that must be worn or learned by you. Ella works in a more intuitive way than your own language, and after a few short hours, Ella will be part of you.

Discover the possibilities of living without struggle between the conscious and unconscious you. Ella is that bridge.

Harvesting Stories

Put your pen to the paper, right now, and think up a story. Use your imagination. Shouldn’t this be easy for a storyteller like you?

Maybe, but only if you know how to go about it. There’s a common misconception that storytellers invent their stories, when in reality we are only translators. We take in and observe the details of life—the sights, sounds, smells, feelings, memories, reactions, expressions, and connections—and write from experience. Sometimes the stories we tell ourselves are nearly unrecognizable compared with our own experience, but deep down, in thought or in theme, even our fiction comes from the heart.

Stories are harvested more than created, like a fruit salad. The ingredients may come from many different places, but they’re certainly not conjured up out of nothing. If you find yourself unable to “think up” a story (or unable to bring a fruit salad into existence by sheer willpower), that doesn’t mean you’re out of creativity! It means you need ingredients for your salad. Focus on what you have: memory. And write what’s important to you.

For more ideas about writing from your experience, check out this great little article by Richard on CreateSpace. But before you go, take a minute and put yourself back into a memory. Harvest the details, and write!

Writing Just for Fun

If you don’t feel a thrill tingle through you when you see a blank page, try again.

“Write about what really interests you, whether it is real things or imaginary things, and nothing else.” -C.S. Lewis

Think of the possibilities a blank page holds. Forget about word counts, forget about readers, and write for pure joy.


Title Tricks for Your Story

Your title is important. It’s the first words a potential reader sees, and your first chance to draw them into your story. How does a writer go about finding the right title for their story?

Titles Don’t Come First!

In my experience, writing a story for a title just doesn’t turn out well. It’s too constraining. Usually a title is made for a story, not the other way around. I’ve written multiple stories now that remain title-less even after the plot is full fledged, and are just waiting for some title TLC.

Titles Take Thought

Sometimes they come easy, but with longer novel-length stories, often they don’t. It helps to really know what your story is about. (If you’re like me and prefer to write off-the-cuff, sometimes you don’t know what your story is about. Someone once asked what the NaNoWriMo novel I’d written was about, and I said, “I don’t know, I haven’t read it!”) Titles take thought, study, critique, and revision. When something catches, you’ll know it.

Titles Should:

  • Reflect the essence of your story
  • Have meaning for the reader before they read your story. If your book is fantasy, you may be tempted to write fantasy words into the title, but my advice is to keep this to a minimum. The title should communicate something about your story to potential readers who have no knowledge of your story whatsoever, thus enticing them to pick your book off the shelf.
  • NOT give away too much. They’re just a glance at the worm on the hook. The first paragraph should get the bite, and the first chapter reel them in.

What are your tricks for titles? Writers don’t get much chance to practice these. A great way to learn is to pay attention to your favorite stories, study the titles, and see what works for your tastes.


“Do you have it?”

He stared at me, perspiration dripping from his temples. I looked at him, wide-eyed.

“The box, do you have it!”

“The box?” I whirled around, facing the jungle we’d just emerged from. “Cathy has it.”

“I told her you had it.”

“What – I don’t!”

A ripping crash tore through the canopy close behind us. Mark and I had been here too long not to know what that meant. I darted into the greenery without a second thought, and knew Mark had done the same.

Cathy. Cathy has the box. Mark, you fool! I dodged vines, swatted leaves, ran fast as I could without losing my footing. The best Cathy can do is keep up. We agreed.

Suddenly I stopped. Listened. Heard nothing but tree frogs, a toucan, the quietness before a rainstorm. The sky was invisible, obliterated by towering kapoks. The low whir of helicopters. The distance was sufficient.

A moment’s hesitation, bracing myself against a mossy trunk. I had to go back. Mark was too inept. Cathy too trusting. No one had the walkie-talkies, and that was just as well since we’d never developed the Code.

That box was mine. Without it we’d reach the south gate and have nowhere to go. It held the keys.

I took my hand from the tree, silent as a heartbeat, and crept back toward the Tower. Silence was my only chance to retrieve what was ours. I could do this without Mark, but Cathy – I would have liked her by my side.