I slept 17 hours yesterday. It had to be the stress. I’m really glad I’m currently working on non-fiction, because the last week would just drown everything out. I’ve been there before: the novel suddenly takes an awkward left turn into Life territory, the prior plot never to be seen again. I think I’d handle […]
Today was worse than yesterday…but it’s probable tomorrow will start the slow process of improvement. Once we cross the ferry. There’s a very slight risk that we won’t.
For some years, I’ve understood why I can’t write when certain kinds of things were going on in my life. Emotionally, they were loud, and for me, writing is listening to the quiet spaces where the words come from. It’s why I had so much trouble getting word count in my old career. I spent […]
Found out about GRL after it was full. Waitlisted. 🙁 A different kind of workshop I wanted to return to is on impossible dates this year. I am itching to do something, but it has to be late August at the earliest. Suggestions? Doesn’t have to be LGBT, just wanting to stretch out of my […]
Visiting family here on Vancouver Island. Hope to get caught up on writing because two days of driving is hell on word count.
So I think I have all my projects sorted out, and I put everything that I wanted to finish this year in one pile and everything for next year in another pile. I was shocked at how many words it would be. Then I added them up. Not so bad, and not so far off […]
I’ve had a problem over the last six months, and it’s both a good problem and a bad problem. For years, I’d pretty much only worked on what I thought of, and I didn’t have a lot of space for new books, new stories, new plots, or any of that. So I didn’t write very […]
Yesterday, I moved a project to Scrivener. As it happens, I haven’t been posting a lot (or tweeting a lot) because I have a non-fiction project due. Okay, that’s a lie. I have eight non-fiction projects due. Anyhow, I was vacuuming the cat (as you do), moving my lovely erotic romance into Scrivener from its […]
Once upon a time, I fell for a butler. We’ll call him Mr. Butler. I was living in a cockroach pit studio apartment a block from the beach at the time. I’m not kidding about the cockroaches. I worked for Mr. Butler’s boss (who happened to be a Danish count who’d made his fortune in […]
…it’s a space station. I’d been taking notes and writing scenes for a longer piece that wasn’t working. I couldn’t think with it, but I dream it every few days, so I’d just write stuff down. Then I realized why it wasn’t working: it’s not a novel. It’s four novellas. It’s not erotic romance (per […]