J. Wilder

I actually really want to write short stories, but I feel like I can't. My ideas have always been for novels. Maybe it's because on average I really prefer reading ...

I wasn’t raised around snow either but I currently live in ski town, work at a ski resort, and snowboard to work everyday. The texture varies a lot depending on ...

I think people should use (or not use) swearwords like they use (or don’t use) any other words. If it fits, use it, and if it doesn’t fit, don’t. Some ...

You know you're a writer when you start narrating your own actions in your head When any time anyone speaks, you add a mental description. ("She said while stroking her ...

Thanks for the response; it's good to know that the novel could be potentially interesting without some totally major adventure plot. However I'm starting to think of one. This is ...

Sadly I already have come up with the character but still no specific plot comes to mind. (I really suck with plots.) She's for sure from the city (right now ...

I want to write a novel about a city kid (probably a girl, but not sure yet) who goes to work on a dude ranch. But as usual I need ...

"Nice to meet you, Zoe and Laila," says Anthony. "Yeah, nice to meet you." Jake receives the 7&7 and takes a couple of large gulps.

The taller guy turns to the bar again and orders a 7 & 7. "I'm Jake," he says to the blonde girl. The darker-haired guy introduces himself as Anthony.

"Nah, first time here," says the blond guy. "Do you?"

"Hey," says the tall guy, his attention turning completely to the younger girl. "Hi." The shorter guy's smile gets wider.

His smile gives way to his naturally serious expression, one of the things that differentiates him from his friend, whose wide smile has rarely wavered. "What's your name?" he adds, ...

He smiles. "It's okay. I certainly know what you mean."

Meanwhile, the brown-haired boy returns to the bar. "Nevermind. I just talked to Adriana on the phone. They're not even here yet," he says to the guy drinking the Zombie. ...

Two guys, one who looks about twenty and one who looks about seventeen, have just gotten into the club. The older one, tall, muscular, blond-haired, and blue-eyed, goes straight to ...