Writing Life

You have to read this. Oh, man, do you ever have to read this. You will never, ever be sorry you read this book… Hell. It’s past midnight. I gotta get to bed. Damn, my weekend is half over. But holy cow, what a day! 50,863 is the word count, and what can I say […]

But I’ll try it, since we all know I’m going to work on Rafe and Taro until my eyes cross and cannot be pried back to correct operating position with a crowbar and four Marines… 44,917 is the word count, I think. Though I believe I managed to uncross my eyes after running the check

Suddenly my story has veered off into the bushes. I’m surprisingly happy about it. (And that has nothing to do with how close I was to the end of the story I’d envisioned, and how much I’d miss those guys once I was done!) No, I’ve realized that this is where my story was meant

I keep a copy of my manuscript on the hard drive at work, just in case. This morning I e-mailed it as usual–and it never got there. I spent the whole day wondering how I’d flubbed it up, a simple matter of clicking on the right name, attaching the right thing, and sending–and where the

It’s 7 a.m. Coffee’s brewing, computer’s warming up. Sleeping in is for when there’s nothing to write. There’s always something to write. Onward!

Thirty-four thousand, eight hundred ninety-five words. Damn, I’m good. I was just thinking about that total, and the other “most” important rule of writing. There are a lot of them, aren’t there? Okay, tonight’s most important rule of writing is–ass in chair. You don’t sit, you don’t write. You might ponder, you might scribble, you

If I didn’t wait till I was done writing to blog, I would do it more often. But since I don’t stop writing till my eyes start crossing… Anyway. 32,475 is the total tonight. It was more, but I just yanked at least a thousand words. I’d gone down the wrong path, and screwed everything