The Blood Witch is off with my first agent query, as of last week. I’m nervous and terrified and very excited. I am so very pleased with this book and these characters and I can only hope that someone out there likes the story enough to represent me and get me a good book deal.
There comes a point in every book where I want to chuck it all in and never write another word. I start to question my plot. I start to think my characters are crap. I become fairly certain that the whole thing is a steaming pile of garbage left to rot in the sun. Thankfully,
For most of my adult life I have had bouts of insomnia. There are just times when my body isn’t tired or my brain won’t turn off. They used to be nights of no sleep. Lately, they have been nights of sleeping super hard and deep for two to three hours, then waking up and
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
I don’t think anyone who knows me would be surprised by the fact that I kind of fly by the seat of my pants when I write. Oh, I usually have a few established plot points in mind when I start, some targets to hit along the way, but sometimes all I have is a
I was up early this morning because I forgot to turn off my alarm last night. I slept hard though, and woke up knowing I had stuff to do. I’m heading out to my mother’s house today, so I got up and hit the gym first thing. So first thing that I got there before