Or maybe it’s just my computer. Doesn’t really matter. Since I left that crazy stuff behind a long time ago, anything inanimate seeming to breathe, means I need to go to bed. 9,252 is the word count for Rafe and Taro. And, OMG, are they a blast to write! I need to get published. I’m […]

That’s my battle cry. Nothing gets done by standing around whining about the need to do it. So I’m pushing onward. I’ve edited 7 of 33 chapters of Donte’s story. I’m pretty happy with it so far, though it’s hard to drag myself back to it, when Rafe and Taro are in my head, clamoring

Tons. That’s how much I have to do. I need to write out the plot for Eve’s book, my first novel (and it shows), so I can figure out what needs to go and get it gone, so I can get it published. I need to look carefully at Donte’s book, add in some detail

Okay, did I really just spend better than two hours wandering around baby name sites to rename a couple characters? I think I did. Damn, it’s 10:30 and I haven’t written a word, outside of that catch-up blog for yesterday, that I just did. Bed is calling. Sigh. But I think I got the names

It starts so simply, so deceptively small…an offhand comment, a silly little, “you could do a scene on…” and I’m off. It’s six pages, it’s totally useless to my book, it can’t stand alone, and it took my entire last day of vacation to write. And it’s funny as hell, kept me and BJ giggling

So what else is new. I think I’m about to break the obsession though. I’m to the point where every tiny tweak takes at least five minutes of thinking, to be absolutely positively certain the change will IMPROVE the story–not just add to it, or God forbid, take away. I’m blogging on Sunday morning, for

About blogging, anyway. My writing is getting tighter. I can’t believe how easy it is to grow a backbone on this boy… And so fun! BJ’s right, I do love to torture my characters. Maybe I just do it for the fun of watching them come out of the dark. Donte is the most fun