We are now at the end of the second full week of 2020 and life continues to be interesting for those who bother to give the interestigness a chance. Continue reading A Profound Look Back at the Week: January 13-17
“It’s never too late” is a piece of advice we’ve all heard. It’s the go-to, all-purpose encouragement chant. Well, that chant is wrong. It’s also counterproductive. Continue reading “It’s Never Too Late”? Wrong.
I recently discovered some writers enjoy editing. I’m sure there must be something wrong with them because editing essentially means fixing mistakes you’ve made. Do any of us like to be faced with their mistakes? Certainly not. So, enjoying editing must be a form of masochism. Or self-flagellation, perhaps. In any case, it is not supposed to be pleasant in the normal way. Unless you crack the code, that is. Continue reading Cracking the Edit Code
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. The nice reason it’s been a while is that I’ve been busy writing the third and final draft of something like a sequel to The Lamiastriga that is currently named Second Skin. As far as I’m concerned it will be the final name, courtesy of a friend who should be an editor but isn’t. The not so nice reason it’s been a while is that I’ve also been busy worrying if my writing is any good. Continue reading A Lower State of Consciousness
If there’s anything that can put me off writing, it’s endings. I never imagined completing a story in a way that is plausible, logical, moving, satisfying, hopefully a little surprising, and memorable could be so difficult. Continue reading The Importance of a Good Ending
…or why there are things we simply are not cut out for and it’s smart to stay away from them and focus on what we do well. Continue reading The Man Who Once Made Soup
I’ve always enjoyed baking. I’ve had some epic fails, the most notable being an inadvertent attempt at creating dwarf bread (nobody broke a tooth, thankfully) and my only try at croissants when I somehow misread “freezer” as “fridge”. The result was horrible to look at but quite tasty. Then last year I got determined to make rye bread. Danish rye bread. Rugbrød. The most delicious bread ever. As delicious as an 800-page insert-your-favourite-genre novel. Continue reading Bread and Fiction