The life most real to me. As evidenced by the preponderance of posts.
This is from that fight in His Faithful Squire that I’ve been complaining about for days. It’s…probably the least swear-filled six sentences of it. “I want to lie in bed eating tiramisu all day too!” I snapped. “Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea!” “Goddammit–“ “And don’t you run out for tiramisu or I just might […]
Six Sentence Sunday: The Fight Read More ยป
I’ve seen a lot of writers complain about sex scenes, but those don’t bother me. Sex is (relatively) easy. Once it’s decided where I’m going, there are only so many ways to get there, after all. An argument, though…oh man. I’ve been working on this for days. Now, granted, they’ve been awful days, marred by
What’s Harder Than Writing Good Smut? Read More ยป
I was debating, but now I’m not. It’s done. I’ll do a better job fixing the last few scenes when I’ve got the rest of the manuscript poked into shape. I often do the end that way. It will work. So that means I’m done! Now to dance (slightly) on my way to falling nose-first
Manuscript Slog is Done! Read More ยป
Last year I tried NaNoEdMo. I’d heard of it, but my personal write-edit-write timeline never quite synced with NaNoEdMo’s. Also, I have enough forums to waste time on (my thinking ran.) Editing cannot be both rushed and good (I argued.) I’m pretty good with the self-discipline (in areas of writing only.) I didn’t need that.
Editing Death Match Read More ยป
Lots of people will tell you what not to do. Don’t start with your character waking up, for instance. Agents and editors have seen this so many times, and apparently are intensely weary of it. Starting with back-story is out, starting with description is dulls-ville, starting with a prologue is usually a bad plan, dialogue can be tricky, for heaven’s sake don’t start with a dream…what’s left?
Taming the Dreaded First Scene Read More ยป
Why not? It’s fun. This is from the goof-off bit I’m working on today, because I want to. “Fine.” Rafe closed the books and tossed them in a stack on the floor. He’d get a shower and he’d eat and maybe he’d manage to convince Taro that sex was a better use of his time
Rafe’s Frustration #SixSentenceSunday Read More ยป
My husband was a master of inappropriate gifting. No, really. Our first Christmas we were pretty broke. I bought him luxuries I usually had to deny him: candy, nice cigars, a new Nintendo game. He got me, the woman who collects nothing and hates knick-knacks and anything else requiring care and/or dusting, a Generations collectible