August 2010
5 posts
Well, in a post-surgical Codeine-induced haze, I just pressed “Send” to my agent on the revised full manuscript with the new scenes. Word count is now 75,000+, and I’m getting ready to have my heart start beating at 75,000 miles per hour once again very soon. For now, let’s just say “Fingers crossed,” I think.
Glad You've Stopped By
This feeling’s familiar. The feeling of needing to write when it’s well past midnight because, even if you try to go to sleep, to be well-rested in the morning to really attack your writing with a clear brain, the idea that’s brewing in your head won’t let you settle until it’s down on paper. The feeling that you’re writing not because you’ve told...
On certain nights, I get scared that the dreams I’ve dreamt will remain dreams.
A Double Take
I want to write for me. I want to write how I write, the way it feels good, knowing it’s coming from the same place that the rest of the book came from. I want to write because that’s what I do, and because I don’t know how to do anything better, and I want the people who love my writing to love it because of that.
I don’t want to write to sell my book. But I want to...
Hi, words. It’s been a while, but I think I really might be back. For good this time. Or at least for a few good thousand.