A Hard Lesson to Learn

This has been another fun-filled week of learning to be a writer! This week’s lesson: Accepting failure and not giving into major depression when you realize you have to scrap your first-ever completed manuscript and start over again.  Surprised? Don’t be. It’s my first ever completed draft, after all. If the first full-length novel-thing I ever wrote was a masterpiece, I’d either have to be some kind of writerly savant or lucky beyond imagining. And as my PowerBall ticket ended up in the trashcan, and

The *It* Factor

This week has been a bit of a mixed bag. I successfully moved my website to my new domain. Yay! I finished my Second Draft Outline, so I can now start real revisions. Yay! And I read a few new books, only to discover I have no real understanding of what most readers like. Not so yay. This probably comes as no surprise by this point, but I’m kind of a picky reader. If I am not immediately sucked into a story, or if I

My First Week as a Full-Time Writer

So far . . . zero writing. 🙁 I’m technically still in my first week, it only being Tuesday, but here are the self-discoveries I’ve learned so far: 1. Still need to work on consistent writing habit I feel bad about this, because I thought I’d have started my revisions by now, but no. Not much writing going on at all. Over the weekend, we were visiting with friends and family, and I spent some time rearranging my desk now that I only have my

Success and What it Means to Me

This month, as the weeks wind down on my day-job and I get closer and closer to that sweet, sweet freedom, I’ve been thinking a lot about goals. Not the daily word counts or mastery of various story-telling skills type of goals. The big ones. What is my greatest hope as an author? What is the achievement I could reach that would make me pause and and think, “Holy shit, this is everything I could have imagined!” Bunny has made his goals for me shamelessly

Current State of Affairs

I typically like to get my posts up by Monday night. Obviously I’m a bit off the mark this week. In part because no particular topic really jumped out at me as interesting to write about. Not surprising, since my brain is kind of on strike against creativity, originality, and just any general mental effort of late. So rather than go in depth or get all philosophical about any one specific thing this week, I decided to just lay out all the random things currently

Tropes in Romance: Continued

GAH! Freaking again! I bought the most recent book in a series I’ve been following over the past year or two, because while I was not really a fan of the 3rd one, the first two were good enough to earn a one-time pass on that singular piece of disappointment. And the book is good. I’ve been mostly enjoying the characters, though it’s been fairly predictable and I’m not particularly interested in the main setting. Still, it’s been a fun read so far. And though I saw the red

Tropes in Romance: Good fun or Bad idea?

My answer at this moment: I don’t know. I mean, I know with absolute certainty that tropes exist that are, without question, terrible ideas. The kind of tropes that can ruin entire books for me when they appear, even after spending the past five hours loving every word I read. But I also know that there are tropes I actively seek out when I’m feeling a very specific craving for a certain type of story, and Amazon is a massive universe with a small search bar. To be totally

So. I did a Thing.

If you’ve read my About page, you no doubt are aware that in my everyday life, I am not a writer. Indeed, I lead a far more mundane existence as a project coordinator. A job I didn’t even know existed as a teenager when I was trying to figure out how to succeed at this whole Life Thing. Back in the day, I thought I’d be an English Professor. Then I remembered that I hate literature, and even more, the totally subjective practice of analyzing it. (No

Diagnosis: A Case of the Try-Hards

Symptoms:  Over-dramatic prose to the exclusion of comprehension A staunch refusal to reorder events in a scene for fear of reducing the all-important IMPACT of one’s beautiful, beautiful words The most gratuitous use of hyperbole of all time! A narrator voice that would fit right into a 90’s movie trailer   So, I joined a writer’s forum this past week. This was a big move for me. A forum, after all, is a lurking spot for people. *Gulp* And not just any people. People who read things.

Returning From Sabbatical

It has been almost exactly six months since my last post. I would love to tell you that I set this blog aside–barely started, though it was–in order to minimize distractions, dig in, and finally finish a novel-length story with a solid beginning, middle, and ending. I would LOVE to tell you that. But yeah . . . no. The truth is, I gave in to pessimism and a crippling fear of failure. I had one bad writing day after another, and then my day-job got