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Finished! (almost)
Mercury’s Orbit has finished first-round betas, and it’s partially out for second-round. The story is definitely a lot more fully realized than my initial excerpt (as it should be), and—knock on wood—it looks like I am still on track for … Continue reading
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First Chapter Teaser (What I’m working on)
Looks like my hopes of having this out in July were wishful thinking (like: “I wish I had enough time to get this out in July”). But I’d rather have it right than fast, so I’m hoping more late August/early … Continue reading
What I’m working on…
These sorts of updates don’t happen very often, mostly because my vicious plot-a-corn will decide to go running off into the trees, and whatever story I thought I was writing goes riding off with him. That could still happen, but … Continue reading
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Methods to Madness
The other day while driving, I saw a sign at the local library for creative writing course, and it got me thinking about how every author teaches his or her own techniques Take outlining, for instance; it’s not like putting … Continue reading
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“The stench of loneliness” and “sweet sorrow”
I try to put sensory descriptions in my writing, and one I like to use a lot is the sense of smell. This morning I was researching autopsy rooms (what do you do with your Fridays?). I came across an … Continue reading
Buried under covers…or not…
…as an indie author who actually worked in design (this was the bygone days of plate printing where each color in a design had to be transferred via massive UV light to a sheet of metal, then slapped onto a printing press and inked… we rode dinosaurs back then, too, BTW), I thought I could “fake-it-till-ya-make-it”. I kind of did for a little while, but now it’s time to get off my 12-cylinder brontosaurus and pay somebody to do something that would take me a few months/years of dedicated learning to do (wrong). Continue reading
So what do writers write about when they aren’t writing about other people?
It’s hard to talk about myself without being a little self-deprecating, because my agony is someone else’s comedy, so I let my characters handle things for me. Continue reading
