It's that time of year again.
I can't believe I let the 1st of October come and go without dragging out the Samhain (Halloween to all you muggles out there) decorations! But today the house is decorated and looking rather spooky, all for my favorite holiday of the year. We normally put a huge emphasis on the black and gloomy, the spiderwebbed and all things cauldron-related, but this year the windows are even dripping blood and new
Sometimes when I get stuck, I'll insert a sentence in bold red that serves as a reminder for what I want to put in that spot, but just can't seem come up with the words to do so at the moment. (As an example, finish up the lunch scene or something like it) Then, when I reach a certain point in a book (usually when I'm feeling itchy feet, because the end is so close, right
I've reached that point where I'm already anxious to get Eighth Grade Bites out there under the nose of some agents and, let me tell you, there is no greater danger than that of an anxious writer. I take a lot of deep breaths and concentrate that energy into writing, which is where it should be, as opposed to querying, which is so far into the horizon that it should only be a minor twinkle. Instead it's a
Yesterday I noticed many a spectre as I did something I normally consider a big no-no: I reread some of what I've written. The reason I mentally slap myself for doing so is simple. If I reread anything I've written as a first draft, my mood will immediately plummet due to just how ugly the writing is and for the next week, writing will be difficult as I force some amnesia on myself to forget about what I
Prey, victims, readers~call them what you will, they can make or break your writing career. And when that glorious day comes that your book has taken physical form and you're standing at the front of a bookstore, watching as your potential readers walk in the door, you're going to have exactly one sentence to sell them on the concept of your novel. So what do you say?
It's been my experience that most writers say nothing. They
(my own version of "back in the saddle again")
I REIGN SUPREME!!!
Okay, maybe not supreme, but at least with extra veggies because damn, I'm good. I never would have guessed that 1,100 words would feel so indescribably good after a brief hiatus, but hot damn, it does. And I ended last night at a pivotal point, which always leaves me hungry the next day.
Today I'm not stopping for anything.
My top wordcount
Finally. After days of recovery, I finally managed to write. Nothing brilliant, I assure you, but even 200 or so jumbled words is better than none. And what I wrote...oh, how I love the dark things I'm delving into with dear Vlad, the sordid places I'm leading him.
Elysia is the vampire realm. And Vlad has just stepped into an area he knows exactly zilch about. His father, Tomas, had filled Vlad's head with false visions of