I suppose there are many ways to sabotage your writing. I’ve done it a couple of times. Ahem. Partly because of that, I’ve progressed with my current novel at about the same pace I could chisel it in stone. Apparently, my latest obstacle was a scene I won’t get to for several chapters. This scene… Continue reading Self-sabotage
What’s a male protagonist doing in my women’s fiction?
Yes, I’m back to the subject of categorizing fiction. I've been told the key to knowing how to label your book’s category is to picture where it would be shelved in a book store. That advice works for those who write in mystery, sci-fi, horror, YA, and other clearly defined genres, but I don’t. I… Continue reading What’s a male protagonist doing in my women’s fiction?
This is the scary part
Yesterday, I forced myself to get serious about writing my next novel. (Yes, I was sick. Blame it on the caffeine in the chai I drank.) I’ve been making the preparations for this novel for months, even writing out several scenes. But this time, actually getting down that first chapter is tougher. I’m struggling with… Continue reading This is the scary part
You create it, you own it
I wrote my first novel ten years ago. It began life as a romance novel and died a horror novel. No joke. Like Barbara Cartland morphing into Stephen King. In my defense (if stupidity can be considered so) I’d never read a romance Romance before, but this was about a man and a woman and… Continue reading You create it, you own it
In the Depths of Despair
The long, dark days of winter are hard on my mood, and the weather has been mostly gloom here. To add to that, I've been spending my time with a broken-hearted man, who doesn't know yet that he will escape his present darkness. This man is my protagonist Jalal. While I'm writing his scenes, I… Continue reading In the Depths of Despair