I’m “vacationing” from my virtual life this week. Where I live, this is the last week of vacation before the school year begins, and I’m being visited by granddaughters. By the end of this week, I’ll have seen four of my five, and spent considerable time with two of them. With those two, it’s serious… Continue reading The fear and psychedelia of “vacationing”
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
Hello from Grouchland
I've tried for days to write a blog post with a little substance. That's something I do once in a while to keep you on your toes. But the truth is I’ve grown grouchier each of those days. I don’t know why. I can name a few things that have contributed to it, but not what… Continue reading Hello from Grouchland
Where in the world is that scene I wrote?
Thrice in the last few weeks, I’ve searched my notes in vain for a first-draft scene I’d written for my WIP. When I say first-draft scene, I mean dialogue with a few actions in place. And when I say thrice, I mean for three different scenes. I have both a large notebook and a small… Continue reading Where in the world is that scene I wrote?
A River of Words
One thing I often wish for writers in my tweets and comments is that they will be blessed with a river of words. That’s how it feels to me when the mental dam breaks and sets the story free. Unfortunately, I seem to be an expert dam builder, though I can’t say I know how… Continue reading A River of Words