Occasionally (often) I pause and wonder WTF I’m hoping to do with these books – these incredibly complicated yet seemingly simple books, with their short story voice and their long-form goals, their delicate language and blunt characterizations, and I kinda weep for any of it ever working. And then I write something like this, and […]
excuse me while I preen…. Read More »
I am not where I want to be with this second pass draft. Howsomever, I have gotten to and halfway through the point where, in first pass draft, I thought “I”ll figure that out/fix that later.” And lo it is later, and I have in fact figured it out. Fixed… well, that’s for 3rd pass
Midweek rollup and countdown Read More »
Surviving emotionally intact (ish) as a writer requires walking a very thin and jagged line between rampant ego and excessive humility. By that I mean – you need to be comfortable with hearing others praised to the skies, while still believing, somehow, that YOURS is better. It may be better. It may not be better.
it’s not so much advice as it is a circle around to the refrain… Read More »
Original opening line of Book 2: “They’d left nothing alive.“ After an entire day of word-wrangling, the new opening line: “Isobel had been riding for three days, two to her destination and then a turnaround, when she found the bodies.” Yeah, that works. But dogdamn it, it took me HOURS and BRAIN BLOOD (and at
Reason #toodamnmany why writers drink… Read More »
That has left me more than a little verklempt. That sort of thing isn’t why I write – I write to tell a story, and hopefully insert a few long-acting shards of thinking-cooties into people’s brains and hearts, but I never expect to get feedback on what those shards can do. So yeah, all the stress
Today I got a reader email…. Read More »
Last night’s reading, despite being at the awkward hour of dinner-o-clock on the first day of the convention, was reasonably well-attended, and by some people I didn’t know from Joe! That’s always nice. Then there was the panel on the use of the hard-boiled mystery element in urban fantasy, which…well, I suspect our moderator wanted
Saturday, I hauled myself out of town to take a meeting. Â If anything comes of that meeting, y’all will be the third to know. Â Then I came home and was a slug on the sofa. Â Sunday’s been Writers’ Cafe and more work on the cracktastic project, and now all the words I didn’t get written
Looking Back, Looking Forward, weekend edition. Read More »
On Monday I realized I’d written myself down the wrong path. Not far, maybe a thousands words or so, but I was coming off the high of an amazing scene, and I let the lizard brain jump to the next amazing thing and it wasn’t until several pages later that I thought – no. This
How it goes (how it rolls) Read More »
And I’m officially again working on two different books. Different genres, different time frames, vastly different voices… *head ‘splodes a little bit* book 1: She could still feel the press of the [redacted], like a bruise on her skin. If she touched it, if she looked at it, it would overwhelm her. So she looked
Two Brains, No Waiting Read More »
Novels/novellas: SILVER ON THE ROAD is copyeditor-bound. I hope to have ARCs soon, to maybe scatter among the deserving and talkative… (if you’re a blogger or otherwise loudmouthed in the industry and want one, email me!) WORK OF HUNTERS (Sylvan Investigations #3) is with the proofreader and from there into backer-edition production, huzzah! CLAWED (Gin
The State of Everything – A Working SitRep Read More »