Yesterday, I sat in the kitchen with my notebook and my pen with the rubber zombie head cap, jotting down notes for the next chapter in the second draft of what I’m tentatively calling A Hunter of Dreams. it sounds a bit cheesy, I know. Possibly a lot. But as I sat there and made my main character stuff herself with fried chicken and garlic bread in anticipation of a torturous death I realised I was thinking about her as a real person. I thought about all of them as real people. Continue reading An idea. A face.
This is not a fun story and it wasn’t fun to write it but I had to get it out. Parenting is the best thing ever except when it’s the worst. Continue reading The Best Mom Ever
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
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
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