So many things seem eternal, seem, in the moment, to be without end and culturally permanent scars. The great flood; the memory of dragons; the knowledge that there are demons in the dark.
I now present an unedited snippet from Notte, the dramatic hero of my WIP. SO dramatic. Oh my.
This month is not about producing something publishable. It's about teaching yourself to just keep writing, to ignore the inner editor, and to let yourself just spill words onto the page.
Fellow creatives, Stan Lee left big shoes to fill. We have some work to do.
"Do your words" may be the most important words ever for writers.
Oh, yes. I’m going for it. What about you?
A bit of writing process and a brand-new NOTTE snippet.
SPOILER WARNING (If you’ve read The Sundered, you’re good to go. Otherwise, head back to the short stories for safer fare.) Nobody’ll find me here. Grandfather yelled. He broke everything…
Fantastic art by the fantastic Sixelona, who’s one of my favorite readers. SPOILER WARNING (If you’ve read The Sundered, you’re good to go. Otherwise, head back to the short stories…
SPOILER WARNING (If you’ve read The Sundered, you’re good to go. Otherwise, head back to the short stories for safer fare.) There was that moment of hitting the button, the…
The following is the letter Notte left on Grey’s dashboard in the beginning of Strings. Grey, unfortunately, never got to read it, but we can. Let’s just say I know…
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Hey. Creative soul, I'm talking to you.
This is your sign not to give up.
The tower was filled with breaking. Breaking wills, breaking minds, breaking cries. At every turn, every landing, even every stairwell, Saqalu draped and twisted, wings out, faces stretched, and if they were aware of me at all, they told me to run.
Flames dance thanks to exothermic reactions, a process that releases energy to its surroundings in the form of heat and light. So did she.
She sort of… skipped, boots barely touching the treacherous ground, keeping on her feet even as I slipped and staggered and relied solely on her grip to keep me on mine.
Just a short, dark excerpt from my current WIP, Beloved Notte. Enjoy!
Yet another snippet from Notte! Unedited, messy, etc. Enjoy! Horse's instructions seemed simple: I was to find the city of Mercy; to locate the inn called Pearl's Bottom; to rent…
Not this time, life. You don't get to win this round.
I might as well call this 'how to get published.'