I dreamt about Vlad last night. Weird dream too. He was sitting in his Aunt Nelly's house and pouring over all sorts of evidence that I'd last left him with, coming to a pivotal realization and he looked up at the, well, the camera is what I want to say, because I wasn't there. I could just see him like a movie. And he said, "Don't leave me alone now. I've got to get through this." So...huh.
I suck at writing query letters.
Wait, let me rephrase that.
I absolutely suck at writing query letters. Well, that's not true either. Vlad's query letter for EGB practically wrote itself--what's more, the idea that sparked in my brain inspired me to write an excellent query letter and that became the jumping point for me to write the book. I guess that just proves that there is no formulaic way to do these things.
Last night I deleted 2,600 words from The Rapture Café.
But after reading through page after page (after page) of needless dialogue and the overpowering ickiness of telling, I assure you, it's better off. Sometimes I go back and reread something I've written, only to retch and wonder aloud, "what the hell was I thinking?" while reaching for my beloved Delete key. I've been told that means I'm growing as a writer. I can see
Today I'm writing through a writer's worst enemy: the sinus infection. Now, normally I'm not a play-through-the-pain kinda gal, but last night, in my medicated lunacy, I had an epiphany and the muse fluffed up his tutu and got to work. So here I am, working away despite my head weighing three tons and my nose turning into a firehose.
Ew. Nice visual, there, Heather.
But my point is that inspiration can hit at the oddest
How many of you belong to writers' groups (I'm talking both on and offline)? I'd wager a few. I belong to three such groups, but my drive to participate in them has severely dwindled over the past few months. They're an excellent source of information, of course, but have far too much shiny object draw to them for the would-be writer. It's too easy to chitty chat your day away and, as a professional procrastinator, I can attest
I've known writers who refused to celebrate the small successes in their career, holding out for the big one, ie publishing their book. And, while I'm not popping a cork for every little thing, I do think it's important to take a moment to reward yourself for the little things, because let's face it...the big one might never happen.
Last night I finished the second chapter of The Rapture Cafe. Rapture is the second book of The
(Get it? Coffin--coughing? Oh man, if that title doesn't win the Cheesiest Title of the Year Award...)
At times, a writer may face the perilously icky task of inserting entire new scenes into their novel-in-progress. There are two options for exactly how to do this. Option #1: Curse, throw a hissy fit, toss your computer & every disk (don't forget the flash drive) you have that deals with your book's contents out the window, flat-out refuse to