E.R. COOK

Author. Artist. Dreamer.


  • Life as a PTPW: An Excellent Fear

    About two months ago in my local writing group, someone mentioned this book festival that was coming up. It was nice because it was open to all authors, and was close to my house. I have never done an in person book festival of any kind as an author, but since I’m trying to push…

  • Finding Your Voice: Fighting the Fear of Sounding Stupid

    Finding Your Voice: Fighting the Fear of Sounding Stupid

    Life as a Part-Time Professional Writer One of the things I’ve dealt with in life are people that discount your opinions or your knowledge. We’ve all been there. You’re having a conversation with a person about a particular topic, you offer your knowledge or thoughts, they get an odd look on their face, and come…

  • Deadlines and Creating Space

    Deadlines and Creating Space

    Life as a Part-Time Professional Writer This year I decided I needed to kick my writing into high-gear. I had let it lapse for the last couple of years, although that was pretty necessary. Between getting our old house sold, figuring out how to negotiate a three-state move of all our stuff, and living out…

  • Just Jump Back In

    Just Jump Back In

    It’s embarrassing. You’ve committed to doing something, you make all the plans, you state confidently that this is what you’re going to do – and then life happens. It amazes me how some people are just able to do the things they say: post things on time, come up with amazing videos, churn out content…

  • The First SH**** Draft is Done!

    The First SH**** Draft is Done!

    It’s been two years (and counting) since I published Planetary Feedlot. Even though I had a pretty good idea where I wanted to go with the sequel at the time, it seems like it’s taken forever to get it on the page. Especially since my debut novel was supposed to be just that, a stand-alone…

  • Life as a Part-Time Professional Writer: Debut Novel Realizations

    Life as a Part-Time Professional Writer: Debut Novel Realizations

    AKA: Trying to Climb the mountain in Flip flops When I published my first book (I say it that way because it will not be the last), my boyfriend got all excited. He loved my book, and he was sure everyone else would too. In his brain, we’d be rich in no time. No, he…