Rebeca Schiller

I’ve mentioned in passing my two writing gigs, but I thought I would dedicate a whole post to the both of them since the reality is that they take a good amount of my time.

If you’re wondering what is it exactly I do at HAND/EYE Magazine here’s your chance to learn how I spend my days. I am the online editor. So what the hell do I do apart from writing articles for the online version? Well, I edit stories from other freelance writers. I research topics and reach out to artists to potentially feature them. Sometimes I ask them to byline their own stories (and most of the time I have to finesse the language), other times I ask questions and ghost write it for them, but  the majority of the time I conduct an online interview with the artist then write the story. In addition,

As shown by Saturday’s post, Not Finding the Words, I was having one helluva time writing a book review. Actually, I was not having a good day at all.  I realize that there are days that you simply need to take a break and yesterday would have been ideal, but I promised to get the review in.

Sometimes I wonder whether writing will ever get easy. Whether I’ll be able to whip out a 1,000 word article without even blinking an eye. When the words are just spouting like water in a fountain. Honestly, I don’t think so.

Although I’ve been writing book reviews for almost two years you would think I’d be able to jot some coherent thoughts and be done with it. In some ways book reviews are harder to write.  For fiction, you’re looking at the plot, structure, dialogue, character development, style and

As a writer I read quite a bit. Partly because I write freelance book reviews and I’m also the editor and publisher of Alvah’s Books, but I read to write better. Currently, I have several stacks of books to review for two other review sites and/or publications and for Alvah’s Books; I have to admit that I am a little overwhelmed by all the books I have to read and then sit down to write a review.  I love to read, but recently this great affection has turned a little into a chore. In spite of how I feel, every evening I settle in bed with a stack of books and read a few pages here and there, until I settle on one book to complete.

What am I currently reading? First, let’s start with I recently finished. On the top of the list is Frank Bruni’s