I don't remember becoming But at some point I must have At first I was ecstatic To be, to exist Though I know not why. Immediately I saw the rest of you Shining out the same joy And I know you saw me You see me now Though I know not your names. Do I … Continue reading Red Giant
Make the Most of the Preseason
You work on a book for two years and excitement creeps in, no matter how hard you try to tamp it down. Excitement about what? You haven't done anything yet. But ooo-boy, the possibilities. Prior to fording the eel-infested waters of agent-finding, everything is still out there for you. Getting published. Huge sales. Critical Success. A … Continue reading Make the Most of the Preseason
How many times will I have to edit this?
Brief recap: I am not a writer. Yet for some reason, I have undertaken to write a science fiction trilogy. It's something I never considered doing. One day I got an idea and began. I completed the first book in October 2015. I finished my first full read through by February 2016. I gave it to my … Continue reading How many times will I have to edit this?
Kill your ideas, start over. Kill again.
Because your first ideas probably need work. And your second. And by "your" I mean "my." But the rule applies to all of us. I used to think that the fruit of inspiration meant that it was the best. The purest. When you're inspired, your ideas must be great, right? I mean, the definition of inspired … Continue reading Kill your ideas, start over. Kill again.
Re-learning to Write
I am impatient. I've had to learn patience through the forced repetitive exercise of it. Like the practice of anything that isn't easy, repetition is key to the formation of habit. If anything will force you to practice patience, writing a book is it. On the first day I started this book--actually began typing it--oh … Continue reading Re-learning to Write
I never thought I’d write a book
Until an idea popped into my head in January of 2015. By October I had a rough draft of the first book of a science fiction trilogy sitting on my mac. What? In the past I'd bought into and admired the fantastical gritty glamour of "being a writer." I don't think such a thing really exists, of … Continue reading I never thought I’d write a book