Rob Parnell's Writing Academy Blog

  Most writers think good ideas are rare visitors.  We're told by the movies to picture inspiration arriving fully formed, like lightning, or as a sudden burst of brilliance that interrupts ordinary life. When it doesn’t arrive to us like that, we assume something is wrong. We tell ourselves we’re blocked, untalented, or uninspired. In truth, the problem is almost always the opposite. We are in fact surrounded by material and just not seeing it. Ideas are not scarce. Attention is. Every environment you move through is already telling stories. Rooms, streets, woods, hills, conversations, silences, routines, habits, irritations, small pleasures. The raw material of writing is not imagination in the abstract, but perception sharpened by curiosity. Writing does not begin at the desk. It begins with how you move through the world when you are not writing . The first shift is understanding that you are not hunting ideas. You are collecting signals. Your surroundings ar...

  I remember the moment clearly, even now. I was about six years old, standing at a family gathering, watching adults talk over one another, laugh at things that didn’t seem funny, repeat the same stories with tiny variations. Nothing dramatic was happening. No crisis. No revelation delivered by thunder. Just a sudden, quiet realization. This is strange. Not “bad” strange. Not frightening. Just deeply odd. Human beings performing rituals they don’t seem aware of. Roles they’ve inherited without question. Lives moving along grooves already cut for them. And I remember thinking, with the clarity only a child can have, I need to remember this feeling . Not just the event, but the sensation of standing slightly outside it. The awareness. The distance. That was the moment I decided I wanted to be a writer. Not because I wanted fame. Or money. Or applause. But because writing felt like the only way to make sense of the world without flattening it. A way to record what it felt like...

  Here’s the honest truth most writers won’t say out loud. Creating villains used to be easy. If you go back far enough in popular fiction – adventure stories, thrillers, war novels, early spy fiction – “foreign” was often enough. Different accent, unfamiliar customs, strange food, odd manners, a name that didn’t sound local. That was all a reader needed. The shorthand worked because it aligned with a world that already divided itself neatly into us and them. Writers didn’t have to think too hard about it. The villain arrived pre-loaded. But that world is gone. And in many ways, thank f**k for that – because it was lazy, reductive, and often cruel. But its disappearance has created a genuine craft problem for modern writers, one that doesn’t get discussed enough outside writing rooms and private conversations. How do you create convincing bad guys now, without accidentally turning an entire nationality, culture, or identity into the problem? Because readers have changed. And...

  Here’s the uncomfortable truth, and I’ll say it plainly. We’ve crossed a line. For years, writers, comedians, philosophers, and ordinary people joked about a future where thought itself became suspect. Where intention mattered less than interpretation. Where saying the wrong thing, or being perceived the wrong way, was enough to place you under scrutiny. It sounded dystopian. Overcooked. A little too Orwellian to be taken seriously. And yet here we are. With these latest hate speech laws, something fundamental has shifted. Not just legally, but culturally. Suspicion has crept into the center of the room and quietly taken a seat at the table. Not proof. Not action. Not harm. Suspicion. And suspicion, once elevated to moral authority, is a dangerous thing. This is not an argument for cruelty, hatred, or abuse. Let’s be clear about that from the outset. Societies have a responsibility to protect people from genuine harm. Violence. Threats. Harassment. Incitement. These things...

  The embarrassing spectacle of self-aggrandizement is not embarrassing because confidence is shameful. It’s embarrassing because it mistakes noise for substance, display for worth, and self-advertisement for achievement. At its core, self-aggrandizement is insecurity dressed up as certainty. It announces itself too loudly, too often, and too desperately. The person who truly is something rarely needs to keep telling the room what they are. The need to constantly proclaim one’s brilliance, virtue, suffering, success, or importance is usually a sign that these things feel fragile on the inside. What makes it particularly awkward to witness is the imbalance between claim and evidence. Genuine accomplishment carries a quiet weight. It alters the way others respond without being declared. Self-aggrandizement, by contrast, demands applause in advance. It insists on recognition before it has earned trust. The audience is placed in an uncomfortable position: expected to validate a perf...

  Persecution, when it is real, is unmistakable. It is systemic. It is enforced from above. It carries consequences that cannot be opted out of. History leaves us no shortage of genuine examples. People stripped of rights, livelihoods, safety, even humanity, because of who they were or what they believed. Real persecution does not need to announce itself. It leaves marks. But something has changed. In the modern era, persecution has been repurposed. Not as a condition to be resisted, but as a weapon to be claimed . Victimhood is no longer merely endured; it is increasingly performed , leveraged , and deployed as a form of power. This shift has profound consequences for dialogue, justice, and truth. When suffering becomes currency The first thing to understand is this: persecution carries moral authority. Those who are genuinely persecuted deserve protection, attention, and redress. Their claims cut through noise because they are grounded in material harm. That moral weig...