Novel Writing 103 –

Now that I’ve chatted with a few of the Viable Paradise students and alumni, I’ve begun settling into the fact that I’m going in October. It’s an eclectic group of folks of all ages, from young enough to still be living with parents, to retirees. I fall on the older side of the spectrum, without…

Trimming the Fat

I should really exercise and eat better. That’s a given. And someday soon I’m sure I will, hopefully before my arteries congeal and the sort of stupidity inducing aneurysm that seems to be inflicting our current resident of the White House happens to me. (I mean seriously, this man is mentally messed up, what’s WRONG…

Early

It’s as inevitable as my cup of coffee in the morning. At some point while talking with someone, the topic of what time we get to work comes up. Then what time we wake up. Then I tell them I get up at 3:30 and the eyes boggle, the mouth drops open, and they look…

I’m not Crazy

When I was in high school, there were three types of music I loved most. Alt rock was my mainstay, led by bands like U2 and REM. New Wave was a close second, with DEVO and Flock of Seagulls high on my list. And then there was punk. Henry Rollins, the Ramones, anything that was…

Melancholy

Lately I’ve been feeling melancholy.  It’s a great word, you should look it up.  I know people frown on using big words, but I enjoy having a rich vocabulary and being able to resort to a wide variety of words to express my meaning.  I lump all that “speak simply” stuff in with typical anti-intellectualism…

Editing Schmediting

The differences between working on my first novel (the still unpublished and seemingly never to be published Shadow Of A Doubt) and my latest work in progress (Summer) continue through the editing process.  I think it’s intriguing to note how much things have changed. When I finished SOAD, it was a hot freaking mess.  It…

Queue the Submissions

In a burst of creativity this morning and with time to spare, it being a Saturday, I finished the final edits on Shadow of a Doubt, the first Mirabel Sinclair urban fantasy noir novel.  Noir fantasy?  Well you get the idea.  Formerly known as Mercy Sinclair, but renamed due to the existence of Mercy Thompson,…

Writer’s Block Party

I’m not going to watch the news, I’m not going to watch the news.  Seriously, the events of the last few days are exactly why I no longer watch the news anymore, why I listen to books in CD in the car, etc.  The ridiculous fear mongering and panic from vocal idiots just pisses me…

Denial ain’t just a River in Egypt

Ah, rejection.  You bitch.  I loathe thee, even as I’ve learned to be more tolerant of your existence.  It took me damn long enough, but I still feel your claws tearing at my heart when you come bouncing into the room, all smiles and giggles, tugging at my clothing as you lean close to breath…