Of winning NaNoWriMo. Of Thanksgiving vacation. Of finishing my Aura trilogy. DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW INSANELY ECSTATIC I AM? Word count: 43,000 Deaths: 9ish Psychotic breakdowns: 1 I’m at the midpoint of Broken Moon and having a fabulous time with it. This weekend was so good for me. I cleaned my apartment. I’ve… Continue reading I’m On the Brink
Work is progressing slowly, and I’m not as in love with my plot now as I was on days 1 and 2. But it’s all good. I’ve decided I’m just going to write without judgment until the end of the month. If I hate it more and more as the month goes, oh well. If… Continue reading JulNoWriMo Day 3
I’m so happy right now, partly because I’m writing again, but mainly because the wonderful Cally Jackson from Cally Jackson Writes tagged me in the Lucky Number 7 game! I love these sorts of games. The rules are: Go to page 77 of your current MS. Go to line 7. Copy down the next seven… Continue reading Lucky Number 7 Game!
I know I usually (or used to usually, anyway) post these lessons on Saturdays, but I had the idea for this one today, so I had to write it. It’s time for another lesson on what not to do, ghastly mistakes courtesy of myself and The Monster. For anyone who has not already heard me… Continue reading Lessons from the Monster: The Prologue
It’s time for another lesson on what not to do, ghastly mistakes courtesy of myself and The Monster. For anyone who has not already heard me bemoaning it, The Monster is a half million word long catastrophe of a novel, with which I’m fairly sure I made every mistake in the book of mistakes while… Continue reading Lessons from the Monster: Beginnings
I’ve read Summer Rush all the way up to chapter twenty-four. I felt like I knew my story before, but I’m getting to know it a lot better with this re-reading. It’s kind of weird. With each new chapter I read, I find something to cringe/scream at, and something that I love. Of all the… Continue reading Summer Rush Update
The MC of NASR, Dancer – sometimes called Dan or Danny – is a klutz, in spite of being a dancer. She’s terrified of people and stammers or doesn’t speak at all when she interacts with strangers. On a Friday night, she’d rather sit in the bottom of her closet and draw or photo edit… Continue reading Not Another Stupid Romance Excerpt