It’s August and I’m in the northern hemisphere, so I suppose it’s only natural I’d be thinking about Hell. I mean, we had a bit of rain yesterday and it cooled the embers we’re roasting on somewhat but still, it’s August, which to me is the same as Hell. So here are a few writing tips from Hell. Hopefully, they’ll send cold shivers down my spine as I write them. Continue reading The Writing Rules from Hell
I had my summer vacation this week. In the past, I used to make elaborate writing plans for my vacations that invariably fell through, so this year I decided to change the approach but not the goal, which was to get a bit more writing done. Continue reading Country Life: The Writing Experiment
A fellow twitterer with the kind of dark bend I respect as much as a no-boundaries sense of humour posted a poll with this question — and the condition that you could choose who you kill — and I answered honestly. After all, I just published a book whose main character kills her own son whom she loves deeply to gain eternal life… and the power to save a doomed city. The results of the poll were quite evenly split, which is understandable, I suppose, but my honest opinion cost me two followers. Continue reading Would You Kill To Live Forever?
My trusted old laptop died its last death today and we decided to not resuscitate. There comes a time when you just have to stop pouring money in an ageing device that you need to be reliable but is getting the opposite of that as time goes by (It’s 10+ years old. I know how this sounds. Apologies for shocking you.). Continue reading Speaking in Status Updates
It started as a dream journal. I called it that but the goal I started it with was to collect story ideas – kernels – I could use when I was in the mood for a short story. Apparently, once you finish a novel every story idea that comes to mind is a novel idea, or at least this is the case for me. Now, dreams on the other hand, dreams are short story material, I’ve no idea why. What I know is that most of the short stories I’ve written started their lives as something in a dream. It made sense to collect these story kernels. Continue reading The Story Repository
I told myself I’m editing my manuscript. I was going to say “my new manuscript” but it’s actually the oldest of the three unfinished books I have waiting to be finished. So, I told myself I was editing. This lasted for about three paragraphs before I had to admit the truth: editing is when you have something relatively complete. What I had to do with these 135 pages of mess was to rework it into something relatively complete that merited editing. Welcome to Re-world. Continue reading Reword, Rephrase, Revise
When I was a child, there was a tradition among city-dwellers to have a cottage in the country, a place to go when the pressures of urban life became too strong. My family had a little place like that, too, with a shack instead of a house because my parents couldn’t afford to build a house, and what at the time looked to me like a huge garden. Continue reading Country Life: The Beginning