A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that. This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly...
Writing, that is. Long periods of sitting around waiting for something to happen, punctuated by short periods of intense “oh, my God, I must get this done”. And, in the meantime, keeping up with the daily grind of getting words down on new work. I’m still trying to finish the Christmas story I started...
It’s been a weird week, what with revisions and adding a whole heaping pile of word to Bite Me Tender. I can’t say I’ve gotten a whole lot of wordage done, which makes me cranky, which results in this: I think I got him in the eye, which is awesome, considering I haven’t shot...
By dint of gluing my butt to my chair and doing nothing but writing for about 16 hours, I’ve tied another 4500 words into Bite Me Tender. It will make the story stronger, in the end, but it’s nerve-racking going back through, because every decision you make, every change that you add in, has...
No, actually, we’re good now. I thought someone had stolen my Margarita flavoured ice cream, but I found it hidden under a bag of french fries. (I’m such a good mom, I stock so many healthy foods in the house. :S) If only I could look in there and find some actual Margaritas, too....
I’m officially at 50% of my guesstimate on Furface. (Of course, we all know how accurate that probably is.) I thought I’d celebrate that with a few lines from chapter one, tentatively titled ‘Rattling Cages’. A little bit of Glyn being Glyn, for your entertainment. It’s Date Night: The waitress sat them at their...
‘Cause my brain has run off with my muse to do nasty things, so there’s nothing left to do except drink beer and eat steak. And ice cream. But looky, I did have words this month… I’ll admit that most of them were like pulling teeth, with all the interruptions I had. Hopefully June...
I officially moved into my ‘summer office’ today. This is the view from my floor-to-ceiling ‘window’: That’s right–I’m out on the back deck. And it was a total surprise, because it’s supposed to rain buckets today. Instead, it was sunny enough to get a bit more of the lawn cut with the reel-mower and...
http://pcwrede.com/blog/what-you-do-right/ When I think about it, I got a good grounding in basic grammar in junior high, which disappeared in high school, as we began focusing more intently on Shakespeare and reading novels. But, unlike Ms. Wrede, I had a teacher in Grade 12 who was incredibly enthusiastic about creative writing. We had weekly...
I spent the morning fighting with two different printers to get my contract printed off, only to lose severely and have to make a trip into town. Contract is signed and sent. Let the waiting recommence. In the meantime, I have gotten almost nothing written today. Ugh. I’ll likely hit my targets before bedtime,...