Posts by J.H. Moncrieff

“Oh, remember those ten books and multiple short stories you wrote? Well, sorry, you stopped writing for a year so none of that counts. You’re no longer a writer.”

From my vantage point of working and living with cats, I’ve noticed there’s a lot we can learn from these intelligent, affectionate-yet-choosy creatures.

As writers, we can get stuck in our own heads. One of the best cures for this, I’ve found, is to travel.

Yes, writers are querying literary agents—not the other way around. That doesn’t give agents the right to treat writers with less respect than a barista.

I never think of myself as a small-scale entrepreneur. Entrepreneurs are people who have to hustle all day, negotiating and making deals.

As writers, we survive on faith. We spend hundreds of hours putting words down on paper, not sure if anyone will ever pay us for our efforts. Or read them. Or care.

Ordinarily I would fume behind closed doors. I would write about it in my journal, cry to a couple of close friends, and that would be it. But Stan deserved more than that.