Wow, how did we get to March so fast?! Seems like we were only just sludging our way through the year of January, and now we’ve made a slide into March. My plans to take over the world have fallen seriously behind. Something must be done! No, seriously, while things are ugly in the world
This week I finished the zero draft of The Blood Witch! It is currently in the hands of my first beta reader. No matter how many times I finish writing a book, it always comes with a thrill of accomplishment. This book was born two years ago while at Sirens. The main character, Thána Alizon,
I’m sitting here in the dark, quiet morning, sipping on coffee and getting words down on the page. In a little bit I will go dig at the job boards and such for new, exciting places to submit my resume to, but for now it’s just me and my story. Yesterday was a good writing
I’ve been thinking a lot about my language around gender, and how much of those ingrained throw away phrases are dependent on a very binary, very uneven understanding of what gender is. We could start with the idea that seems to permeate at least American culture that you can use the words “girl” and “woman”
It’s another early Saturday morning, so of course that means I’m writing while I drink my Death Wish coffee, except when a certain kitty comes and demands cuddles. Cuddles trump everything. I spent a good chunk of yesterday doing neglected housework, and there’s a bunch more of it to do, but not today. I have
As I sit here in this office for the last time today, I have an eye on the future, but I’m not stressing about it. I have some time, my rent and bills are paid for the month and at least half of March. And there are opportunities. Just yesterday I set up an in
You know those mornings when you wake up slowly, snuggled into warm blankets, with cuddly pets on either side and you lay there, not quite awake thinking how nice it would be to just fall back to sleep? But then the alarm goes off and just like that you’re faced with the fact that now
My weekends are often filled with words and characters, along with cleaning and laundry and errands. I tend to do my best writing first thing in the morning, when I’m fresh from dreams and have a big cup of coffee steaming in front of me. I try to give writing a good four hours on
You know you’re a writer when…so many things could follow that opening phrase, but for me lately the big one is, “You know you’re a writer when you wake up in the middle of the night with bits of plot chasing bits of dialog begging to be put down on the page.” Every night this
The thing about being a woman of a certain age is that, while much of life is certainly so much better than it was in your 20s (more money & stability, no need to please everyone around you, etc), there comes with age this one particularly unpleasant symptom. And for someone who has always run
