My Writing Process Blog Tour
I've been tagged to answer questions on my writing process. A cat-gif is included to keep your attention.
I've been tagged to answer questions on my writing process. A cat-gif is included to keep your attention.
So here's this thing that I've know about forever, but have had no opportunity to talk about yet. It's called the First War, and was probably one of the most culturally significant things to ever happen among the Mythos.
Do I need to elaborate? I don't think I do. (Dedicated to fellow-writer, Quenby Olson.)
Notte’s having a really bad day. I won’t give more context for the moment.
You may have noticed my absence. Never fear! It is due to Writing Focus, which tends to produce good things. By the way, I will be offering The Christmas Dragon free via the newsletter, and it will also be briefly free on Kindle.
Funny story - this snippet doesn't end up in the finished product. I guess that means it's on the cutting-room floor?
I just received a fabulous email from SnoValley Writes, my old writing group before I moved to Seattle. It was so awesome that I knew I needed to share the…
TAKE THAT, ASTHMA TAKE THAT, COMPUTER DEATH TAKE THAT, LIFE I WOOOOON
A slightly longer snippet this time, and one I rather like.
Somehow, I am actually up to date on my wordcount. Today's suggested goal is 13,333, and I am up to 12,650, which means by the end of the day, I…
Will my laptop be repaired in time for Nanowrimo? No idea! I intend to write anyway, so this stands to be an interesting month.
Hey, all! It's been a while since I posted. I actually have a good reason: homework.
It was some kind of fey soap opera. Falling somewhere between clownish tragedy and romantic comedy, it shone with vibrancy and humor in this dark, underground world.
His hunger tainted everything, the world, the sky, the air. I ran from it, ran underground, down, down, as far away from the heat and the hunger as I could, and did not stop until I found the lowest place.
The method for determining bad men was a new one to me.
With everything that's gone on in the past couple of months, it comes as no surprise that I wasn't able to write.
Nobody (except for crazy people) ever said editing was easy (unless they meant, "easily drives you crazy"). Entire scenes have to be rewritten, whole chapters gutted and sewed into new shape, and characters you thought you knew suddenly up and move to a different zip code of emotions without telling you why.
From my current WIP, Notte. As usual, it's unedited, so read at your own risk.
Only one structure of any significance rose from the place, and it had been built not only with mud and rocks, but also bones. Human, animal, and unknown - if it once comprised something’s skeletal structure, it was evidently good enough for these squalid architects.