My First Time: Draft Revisions

I finally started! It took me–no joke–an hour to get through the first page. Then, the next morning, I realized it still wasn’t quite right and went over it for a second time. Then a third. There are, like, five original sentences left now, and I’m still not feeling great about it. Can one over-revise? Is that a thing? I’ve now made it up to the fourth chapter, but I have to say, this new pair of writer shoes I’m walking in are not even remotely

Mark This Day!

I’m ecstatic and genuinely amazed. I mean, I was pretty sure I could do it. Mostly. But then there were those two previous false starts that never made it past the halfway points. Not encouraging. And there were a couple of long periods where I thought every sentence I wrote was absolute garbage. Dark times. And, of course, just about every day I experience at least five minutes where I’m utterly convinced I was absolutely insane to quit my well-paying, work-from-home day-job in order to

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

Days Like Today

Days like today are the reason I’m sure I’ve made the right decision to pursue this author business. Writing can be hard. It can be down right torturous at times. But when you find the right story, the right characters, and everything is flowing so smoothly, to the point where it feels like it’s already written and you just have to transfer it to the keyboard. . . it’s euphoric. I’ve already written nearly 4K words today (coming to a total of over 9K in

My Current Project and Why it’s DOOMED

As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve set a goal for myself to write 500 words a day. The pathetic-ness of this word count goal is a direct result of current life obligations, and was chosen to be an easy “gimme,” if you will. Something I could spit out even after 8+ hours of mental flogging at my Job, and while half asleep because my phone won’t quit ringing at 7 AM because of stupid, inconsiderate East Coast clients. Okay, they’re not inconsiderate. Or

Outlining Like a Boss

If there is one aspect of writing I feel at all confident about at this stage, it’s outlining. Which might be somewhat unexpected, considering I only learned about the practice a year or so ago. Before that, I was a pantser all the way. And for my troubles, I started a couple hundred stories and finished none of them. Outlining, when I discovered it, felt like someone had given me a map, when before I’d just been kind of wandering from pretty bush, to interesting

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

A Little Bit Broken

By this point, I think I’ve established my goal. Which probably means it’s now time to put out, so to speak. My writing, I mean. Let me tell you about the novel I’m calling “A Little Bit Broken,” named as much for the story plot as for my attempts to pull it together in a cohesive and intelligible way. ALBB, as I will now refer to it, is actually a kind of a sequel. No, the first book has not yet been written. I plotted it out, outlined

But what KIND of writer?

So I want to be a writer. I feel I’ve made that somewhat clear by now, what with it being proclaimed in just about every pocket of text on this site. But I kind of, sort of, totally left out sharing what I want to write about! That’s probably important. Luckily, it’s an easy omission to fix. I want to write about . . . LOVE. *sigh* (One must always clasp their hands to their chest and sigh dramatically when talking about love. It’s a rule).