Category Archives: Crymsyn Hart

The Holy Terrors

by Crymsyn Hart If my pets had voices they would say, “You’ve done enough writing for the day” after only five minutes on the keyboard. “Come out and play with us. Throw the ball so I can catch it. No … Continue reading

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What’s in a Name?

by Crymsyn Hart How do you find the name of your character? Do you scour name them after your best friends or other people that you know? Do you use some random name that pops into your head? Or do … Continue reading

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Remembering

by Crymsyn Hart Over the weekend, I was doing a lot of cleaning, getting down and dusty. While I was cleaning, I came across some of the stories that I had written in high school. I took a moment to … Continue reading

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The Beginning and the Ending

by Crymsyn Hart  Some writers find it hard to start a book. The first sentence or the first paragraph can even the worst thing to write. The author has so many wonderful ideas that you have to find just the … Continue reading

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The Dreaded Blurb

by Crymsyn Hart How do you know what a book is about? You read the book jacket or the back cover. Or if you’re perusing the website of a publisher or a bookseller, then you read the narrative of the … Continue reading

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Muses

By Crymsyn Hart Each writer has a specific voice, minion, muse, guru or something they listen to. Muses are fickle. They can give wonderful inspiration or they can go on strike and refuse to share any of their creative genius. … Continue reading

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Edits and Editors

by Crymsyn Hart Edits. The dreaded word sends shivers down my spine. They make me want to crawl under a rock and hide from the world just so long as I don’t have to face them. I hyperventilate. Scream. Shriek … Continue reading

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