How Not To Write

So often, the literary mind strays toward larger country, places where the voice can be heard far and wide. We dream about being bestsellers or winning prizes, but today I want you to think about what your skill can accomplish in your own neighborhood.
Now, something you should know is that I love ruins. [...]

This weekend I was out walking with my boys when a strong wind blew a stream of crabapple blossoms across our path. My four year-old laughed and tried to catch the swirling, pink petals. Then suddenly he asked, “What is this?”
I told him that the flowers came from the trees on the other [...]

A flower shop occupies the first floor of this building. In turn, a cat occupies the flower shop. This feline, a sleek, black puss named Boo, is the most friendly sort of cat. You can’t help but call him Boo Kitty, which seems a little feminine but he tolerates it.
Image credit: fofurasfelinas [...]

How can a story, or even a line of prose of any sort capture the sound of the morning wind in the city?
[Uh, oh... Here's where I go all literary...]
The traffic moving slowly, crawling through the shadows, that murmur that merges with the clouds passing above and the man putting out his garbage [...]

Skrivtips is a Swedish blog about writing, and apparently (according to my translation), I’m very readable there:

Bloggen How Not To Write handlar om trots allt om att skriva och skrivprocessen. Mycket läsvärd.

All I have to say about that is, “Tack så hemskt mycket! Du måste komma tillbaka snart igen!”