Not Just Vapourware
For the sceptics. Look, a book! What am I going to do with all this paper (almost a complete brick of printer paper)? At least once a novel, I like to print out the whole thing – it gives a … Continue reading
For the sceptics. Look, a book! What am I going to do with all this paper (almost a complete brick of printer paper)? At least once a novel, I like to print out the whole thing – it gives a … Continue reading
I’ve never been one for listening to music while working. When I was a student, I found it distracting and couldn’t focus on solving the problem at hand, because my brain kept listening to lyrics or melodies instead of staying … Continue reading
Two novels now complete. Unsold for the moment, yes, but complete. I was talking to some guy the other day and when I said that, among other things, “I write,” he countered with, “yeah, my friend’s wife writes, too. She … Continue reading
… it’s off my back. Yesterday I completed a working draft of my second novel that I’m not ashamed to start showing to people for critique. I promptly sent it off to Guy to read. He put up with me … Continue reading
Ostensibly this blog is supposed to be oriented more towards my writing. But a look back over the past few months shows I haven’t blogged about my latest novel in a while. Since January, in fact. Why? The truth is … Continue reading
Sorry for the AWOL-ity. I have been a bit stressed and glum, dealing with the fallout from this. However, I am still employed, so I have less to be stressed and glum about than others, for which I am grateful. … Continue reading
Today I gave a reading of my WIP. Two excerpts, to a small group of about 10 people at my workplace. We have a speakers group somewhat modeled on Toastmasters and even though “readings” aren’t the typical speech, I joined … Continue reading
Break out the bubbly! Story 2 is now a full tale in first draft form. It’s still got a long way to go, of course. At 33,700 words, it’s only a novella. But that’s OK. The bones are there. It’s … Continue reading