Author: SYWW Team
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The Top 10 YA Tropes & How to Avoid Them
No time to read this article? Download it as a PDF checklist! Download this Checklist! By Michael Pietrzak The Young Adult (YA) genre has been overrun with tropes that just aren’t working for readers anymore. In the same way that groundbreaking songs spawn 100 imitators, too many YA authors keep going to the same dry…
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NaNoWriMo Self-Care Tips by Brian Whitmore
1. Eat healthy! 2. Get regular exercise! 3. Take regular breaks! 4. Get sleep! 5. Work out a high level plan for your story ahead of the heavy writing! With these tips you can maximize your NaNoWriMo experience and have a better written product at the end of the month! Follow Brian Whitmore on Twitter
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Why You Should Participate in NaNoWriMo – By Karina Kaushal
This article original appeared at karinakaushal.com You’ll feel a sense of accomplishment on November 30th after you finish writing your book, (or at least 50,000 words of it). You’ll surprise yourself with how capable you are and you’ll realize anything is possible. (I bought a Super Woman shirt and wore it every time I sat down to…
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“Still” by Mary Jo Garrido
“Joe, Joe!!!” That’s mommy’s voice calling daddy. I was sleeping and it woke me up. My heart knocks on my chest. She sounds like when Melissa got lost in the mall. Melissa is my big sister; she got lost because she didn’t stay near mommy or daddy as they told us. She’s eight and I…
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Falling out of Love in Stalingrad by Michael Pietrzak
We survived only to find the dream dead. Yes, she loves Another.
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Voyage into the Unknown by Brian Whitmore
Gale force winds tore the mainsail from the mast, leaving it in tattered shreds. A cabin boy was knocked out by a swinging boom and his pruned body was carried overboard by a wave that swept over the deck. But Columbus wouldn’t let mere weather shatter his resolve. He made his way across the deck…
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A Perfect Darling by Mackenzie Belcastro
I spun left, then right, watching the silver silk ripple. “Smile,” I told myself. My lips twitched in their corners, then fizzled, straightening. “Scarlet,” mum cried. “Are you almost ready to go?” I looked at the door, wishing I had powers like Matilda to move things with my eyes. “Julia’s just called,” her voice rang…