The Brevity Blog

By Alison Clement

I started writing when I was eight years old, and my mother bought me a turquoise diary with a lock. I wrote about a brown and white horse named Reb. I wrote about playing in the woods with my cousin Randy. After that, I always kept a diary. I wrote to say what happened. I wrote for the fun of it. I wrote, as Hemingway said, to stand up for what I...

By Allison K Williams

Nothing like shouting toward your fellow writers in a giant concrete convention center, amirite? While I enjoy AWP, its sheer s...

How We Maintained Our Daily Writers’ Group

By Dr. Nancy Glass

I was desperate to finish my nonfiction manuscript, frustrated by lack of discipline to write every day, in despair at how distractions devoured my time. A...

By Elissa Jacobs

My memoir was written at sloth-speed. More than a decade from the first words on the page to a full first draft; more than five years beginning from when I “got serious” about writing. I wasn’t just writi...

By Cindy Schweich Handler

Soon after my first book was published, I led a Zoom discussion for remote readers. It wasn’t my first event publicizing A German Jew’s Triumph, but it was the first—and only—time that an atte...