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Mar
30
The First Ten Thousand
There’s something about starting a new book that freaks me out. For all that I’m a bit of a clutter-cat in general, I sometimes have a hard time actually putting those first words on the page. Maybe it’s that internal fear that I will screw it up before it even begins. Something about all that potential. It’s hard for me to commit to those feckless words. Maybe I don’t trust my own in instincts as well as I should. But still, eventually I take the plunge and go for it. I have an outline for Book 3 that I had to write, but I haven’t looked at it since I handed it in to my editor. I don’t like working off of anything if I can help it. I’ve got a vague idea of where I’m going and that usually works for me when I’m starting out. In some ways…
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Feb
5
Cast Away
I’ve always really disliked the movie Cast Away (the one with Tom Hanks living on the island for four years?). I don’t know why. It was an excellent film, but it depresses the hell out of me and I generally won’t watch it if I come across it on TV. Anyway, it was on last night and Connor and mr myn got sucked into it. And I thought it might be a bit heavy of a subject for a 7 year old, but he was fairly insistent about wanting to know what happened. And yes, he got extremely upset. Not because the main character was in a plane crash, or struggling to live alone or trying to escape off the island. Or because he came home and found out the rest of the world had moved on without him. No, Connor was actually completely heartbroken over the loss of Wilson.…
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Dec
6
Memories Made of Tin
When I was little I remember going to my grandmother’s house (particularly around the holiday – she always had this little ghetto tree made of silver tinsel next to her TV. She would sit and smoke and watch Days of Our Lives. Undoubtedly bored, my brother and I would wander off and try to find something else to do.) She lived in this huge monstrosity with three floors and an attic and a basement and a yard that seemed to stretch out for miles. The foyer had a deep purple carpet and crystal pane windows on the front door that would leave prismatic rainbows all over the floor. It always felt very somber to me, but I still liked it (almost like a church, I guess.). My grandfather had an office in there too at one point – I seem to remember there were gnomes pushing wheelbarrows on some of…
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Nov
29
All Good Things in Time
Last year, while chatting with a potential publisher, the editor had asked me about my writing history – how long I’d been writing, my goals, etc. And of course, I remarked that BoD was really the first thing I’d ever written with the intent of publication (not counting the children’s book I’d written in high school…which, of course, didn’t get pubbed.) I talked about how I’d written in high school, but had been rather discouraged in college and had pretty much stopped all together until a few years ago when I started doing the PbP gaming thing. The editor noted that this was a shame. After all, just imagine where I’d be if I’d been writing all this time. And I suppose that’s one way of looking at it. I certainly would have perfected my craft a bit more. On the other hand, I’m not sure things would have turned out…
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Nov
16
Organization
I had a different post planned for today, but Blogger just ate it. Which irritates me, hence the picture. (And it’s a good fit for my muse this week too, honestly.) At any rate, the original finely crafted piece was about my complete and utter lack of any ability to organize anything. Hell, one might argue that if I were more organized I would have written the original post in Word or something, but I’m a blog-by-the-seat-of-my-pants kinda girl, I guess. So now that we have proof that I’m an unorganized idiot, we’ll just move right along into something else – namely my marketing plan, or lack thereof. (I’m spotting a trend here.) I’m hitting the moment in time where I really have to start thinking about how I’m going to get the word out about my book. It’s almost like a perfect vacuum of sorts- but I have to be careful.…
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