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

But here’s the word count anyway–29,336. It occurred to me, I might talk a bit about how I organize my writing. Not that I’m an expert or even published yet, but heaven knows it’s taken me years of trial and error and “duh, why not do it this way?” to get where I am. Maybe