Hello Writers, I'm curious about something... We've all heard the advice about needing the "perfect writing space"—the dedicated office, the inspiring view, the ritual coffee in the special mug. But some of my best writing has happened in the most unexpected places. On ferries. Kitchen tables covered in breakfast dishes. Even scribbling in my phone while waiting for an appointment. Here's my question for you: Where were you when you wrote something you're really proud of? And was it your "ideal" writing space, or somewhere completely unexpected? Share your story in the comments if you'd like to. Or, simply, reflect on this as part of your own self-discovery. I have a feeling we're going to bust some myths together about what writers "should" need to do their best work. Bonus question: What's the most unusual place you've ever written?

How often do you actually write? Do you force yourself to write every day, even when you're not ready? I haven't written a single word on my manuscript this week. I haven't been here or anywhere much, other than in the moment. I've been traveling, attending events, living life. But the story is alive in my mind. It's shifting. Clarifying. Getting ready to emerge. I'm trusting the fallow period. I just published a Substack post exploring the difference between trusting your rhythm and avoiding the work—and why "write every day" might be just another hustle mandate. I'd love to hear your experiences, too. Link: What If You Stopped Writing Every Day? So, my question for the community: Do you give yourself permission to have fallow periods? Or do you feel guilty when you're not actively writing? 👇

I want to tell you about something I've been building—a space that's for me as a writer, not me wearing my hat as your coach. You know me here as the person who helps you untangle your stories, find your voice, and get your books written. That's my coaching world, and I love it. But I'm also a writer with my own creative practice, my own messy drafts, and my own journey through the blank page. That's what my Substack is for. It's a space I've been craving. It will be my creative lab—where I share behind-the-scenes of my fiction writing, experiments with craft, reflections on the writing life, slow living, and the kind of personal essays and musings that dig deeper into my creative self. Think of it this way: here in W.R.I.T.E. Society, I'm your coach and cheerleader. On Substack, I'm your fellow writer. I'll still share some personal projects and writing updates here—you're not missing out! But if you want the deeper side of my creative world, the more intimate reflections and experiments, that's where you'll find it. It's free to subscribe, and it's a different flavor of me—one I think you'll enjoy. You can find it here: https://tracystewartauthor.substack.com/ This community isn't going anywhere; we're growing and building a lovely space together. This is still your home for coaching, support, and getting your writing done. Substack is just where I get to explore the messier, more personal side of the craft alongside you. ✍️ See you there?

Hello, lovely writers! I've been refining my signature framework, and I'm excited to share the evolved W.R.I.T.E. Method™ with you: W - Witness Your Story's Wholeness Seeing the complete narrative beneath the surface R - Recognize Your Readiness & Resilience Honouring your natural timing and hard-won wisdom I - Invite Integration & Intention Creating space for purpose-driven storytelling T - Trust Your Truth with Tenderness Navigating vulnerable truths with grace and support E - Express Your Essential Story Stepping into your authority as a storyteller This isn't about rigid formulas - it's about deep listening, pattern recognition, and helping you find words for what felt difficult or even impossible to express. This applies equally to non-fiction and fiction narratives, because when it's stripped back, it's all about connecting with our shared human experiences. And since the earliest of days, this has been done through storytelling, using the written and spoken word and art. Diving a little deeper: ✨ Which of these five elements resonates most with where you are right now in your writing journey? ✨ What pattern in your story is waiting to be witnessed? (Could be a theme, a challenge you keep returning to, or wisdom you've gained) ✨ If you'd like to, share a moment when you recognized your own readiness - maybe when you finally felt ready to write that difficult chapter, or when you realized your story needed to be told. I love how this community helps us see our stories through fresh eyes. Your insights always reveal something I hadn't considered before. P.S. - This refined framework will be woven into our upcoming group call sessions in the Salon and here in the Café Q&As. Look forward to exploring it together.

I a local writers group they often share prompts and when I can I like to have a go at writing whatever it sparks for ten minutes maximum. Today's spark was to write either a poem or piece of flash fiction or observation that included something that was fractured or broken in some way. If you feel you'd like to have a go at the ten minute prompt too, feel free! If you'd like to share I'd love to read how you interpret it. Remember, no editing, just see where the writing takes you, it may be a surprise! This is what I came up with. I think I'll be using the character to develop a longer short story in the future. I keep a Google Doc of all my pieces inspired by prompts which I turn to for inspiration when The Muse has a day off... "There’s a fracture across the glass in the hand mirror, I see it as I turn it over on its dressing table stiff cotton mat. Dust rising as I do so. How had I not noticed it before? But then why would I even remember, it’s been thirteen years since I last sat on this pink velour topped stool before I needed to be cared for. I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye. The spider is evidently disturbed by my arrival into what has become her domaine, where once it was mine. I look into the mirror and see the fractured glass break my own face into even more fractious angles than it already is. Time and pain has left me riven with deep lines and furrows. I close my eyes and make a wish, just one more image of who I used to be with you, I ask. Opening them again, the cracked glass is unbroken and the smooth face of the young women - freshly joined up to the RAF in 1940 - smiles back at me. I smile too now, comforted that when the time comes she’ll be waiting to guide me home."