I’m done, apparently. For the first time in what seems like forever, I am NOT editing Taro. Which means I’m supposed to be on vacation, right? Problem is I don’t exactly know what to do with myself. Not to worry, though. I’m sure that won’t last long. I’d type more, but my hands are sore […]
So last year I finished up a book, and sloppy as it was, let a friend who had been hounding me read it. And when I’d hounded her back a bit (usually she gets back to me quickly, this time the silence was ominous), she admitted that she didn’t care for the MC. Didn’t care
I’m sick.ย Again.ย I am SOOOO sick of being sick. 120 pages edited, yesterday and today.ย 118 to go, but tomorrow I return to work. Blast.
Hey, remember way back when I used to talk about writing all the time? Well, more than I talked about snot, anyway. (yes, I’m still congested. Did you want to hear about it? Or, instead, I could share a bit about the re-writing I’ve been doing.) The first draft of Taro started with meeting Rafe,
My current writing book (Plot and Structure, James Scott Bell, I highly recommend it) talks about finding your themes. Writing about what I care about. It’s not new advice, no. Pretty much any writing book worth a glance will advise pouring your passion into your work. So maybe it’s just serendipity that the question went
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No matter how many times you blow your nose, there is always more snot. Mouthwash when you can’t breathe is an exercise in futility. Sadly, no physical law exists to keep a girl from suffering a nasty cold, a visit from Aunt Flo, and a pimple right under her bra strap all at the same