Rob Parnell's Writing Academy Blog

  Democracy does not collapse overnight. It erodes quietly, often in ways that seem reasonable at the time. A restriction here. A silencing there. A rule introduced “for order,” “for safety,” or “to keep the peace.” By the time people realize what has been lost, the damage has already been normalized. At the center of that erosion is free speech. Free speech is not a decorative ideal. It is the load-bearing structure of any democratic society. When it weakens, everything above it becomes unstable. And when it is silenced entirely, democracy does not merely suffer - it begins to disappear. This is because free speech is not primarily about comfort or politeness. It is about power. Free speech is how power is questioned In a functioning democracy, power is supposed to be accountable. Leaders are criticized. Institutions are challenged. Decisions are argued over publicly. None of this works without the freedom to speak openly, especially when speech is inconvenient, uncomfortabl...

  Writers occupy a strange and powerful position in human history. They invent gods, map empires, define moral codes, and give language to ideas that outlive generations. At the same time, they are among the first people silenced, imprisoned, or killed when authoritarian power takes hold. That paradox is not accidental. It reveals something fundamental about why writing matters, why it is dangerous to tyrants, and why collective agreement among writers deserves attention. To understand this, we have to begin with a simple truth: writers create meaning before institutions do . Religions are not born as bureaucracies. Empires do not begin as administrative systems. They begin as stories. A sacred text. A founding myth. A heroic narrative about destiny, order, and belonging. Before there are laws, there are words. Before there is authority, there is belief. Writers give shape to the invisible. They articulate values, fears, hopes, and explanations for suffering. A religion is not on...

  Every writer, sooner or later, bumps into the same unsettling question. If the world so often seems to reward cruelty, manipulation, and lies, what is the point of telling the truth? It is a fair question. A dangerous one, too. Because the moment writers begin to doubt that truth matters, that justice has weight, that integrity has consequence, the ground beneath storytelling begins to crumble. Not just fiction, but history, journalism, memoir, even the quiet act of writing a letter that says what really happened. This is a plea from writers to writers. And perhaps, through us, to the world. Wrong can win. But only briefly. Right, slow and battered and often unfashionable, always wins in the end. Not because the universe is sentimental. But because truth has endurance. Wrong relies on concealment. Right relies on exposure. And concealment has a shelf life. You can see it everywhere if you know where to look. Power built on lies always needs more lies to hold it upright. ...

How Shakespeare Wrote About Power Without Losing His Head, and Why Writers Still Have To Do The Same Every generation eventually asks the same question of its writers: why aren’t you saying more? And every generation of writers quietly asks a more dangerous one in return: how much can I say without losing everything? This tension is not new. It did not begin with social media, public shaming, or institutional gatekeeping. William Shakespeare lived inside it. He wrote during a period when words could quite literally cost you your freedom or your life. The Elizabethan state did not cancel writers on Twitter. It imprisoned them. It shut down theatres. It interrogated. It punished. And yet Shakespeare wrote relentlessly about power, corruption, tyranny, legitimacy, injustice, and lies. He just didn’t do it head-on. Shakespeare Knew the Limits of Direct Speech Elizabethan England was not a place for blunt political commentary. The monarch ruled by divine right. Questioning authority ...

  Point of View Is Where the Camera Sits Writers often confuse point of view and voice because they feel intertwined when you’re in the flow. You’re writing. The character is thinking. The sentences are doing their thing. It all seems like one big magical soup. But point of view and voice are not the same tool. They’re partners, yes, but they do different jobs. When you separate them in your mind, you suddenly gain control. You stop guessing why a chapter feels “off,” and you can diagnose it like a professional. Point of view is the technical choice . It’s the camera angle. It answers the question: Who is perceiving this moment? First person, second person, close third, omniscient, plural “we,” rotating perspectives. It’s basically the lens through which information is delivered. Percival Everett’s novel James is a clean example of point of view doing a big, obvious job. It retells Huckleberry Finn from the perspective of Jim - James - rather than Huck. That isn’t just a st...

After spending serious time inside the work of H G Wells – his fiction, his nonfiction, his arguments, his blind spots, and his warnings – a clear picture begins to form. Wells was never trying to predict the future in the way people lazily credit him for. He wasn’t a prophet. He wasn’t playing guessing games with technology or science. He was trying to wake people up in the present. Once you grasp that, everything about Wells shifts. How you read him changes. And more importantly, how you write after him changes too. The first thing you come to understand is that Wells was never interested in comfort. He distrusted easy optimism. He distrusted technological triumphalism. And he deeply distrusted the reassuring idea that progress naturally makes people wiser, kinder, or fairer. Again and again, across novel after novel, he returned to the same unsettling truth – intelligence without responsibility is dangerous, and systems built without moral growth eventually turn against the peopl...

  Every serious examination of Conan Doyle eventually has to confront the uncomfortable, fascinating, and frankly wacky truth. The man who gave the world Sherlock Holmes – the supreme apostle of reason, evidence, and rational deduction – ended his life convinced that fairies had been photographed in an English garden, and that the dead were speaking to the living through séances, mediums, and spirit guides. This is not a footnote. It is not a quirky aside. And it is certainly not an embarrassment to be quietly brushed under the carpet by literary critics who would rather keep Doyle neat and respectable. It is central to understanding who Doyle was, what drove him, and why Sherlock Holmes ultimately became a burden rather than a triumph. To understand Doyle properly, we have to follow him to the places where logic failed him – and where grief stepped in to fill the gap. The Seeds Were Always There The popular myth is that Conan Doyle suddenly “lost his mind” late in life. ...