Thanátou and Mörderin (The Blood Witch Saga) out now!
Some days, when I sit down to write, my mind goes blank. Other days my fingers can’t type fast enough to get everything in my head down on paper/screen. Some days words flow freely and they express things beautifully. Other days it’s more like slogging through mud. This last week or so there has been
I love words. I love long words, short words, weird words. I love unusual words and common words. I love combinations of words that absolutely, perfectly describe something or someone. I love twisting words around until they come out just right. I’ve been drawn to words and how we use them to communicate since I
There is a particular spot when writing a book, at least for me, when I’ve found the path, and the plot is clear and my characters are feeling very chatty, and it just flows out of my fingers and into the keyboard. I’ve recently hit that point with the second Blood Witch book. The problem
Being an author is an odd sort of thing, I suppose, especially to those who are not *people who write* and especially not for those who also do not read. I was a voracious reader as a child. I absorbed words like a sponge. Stories were vehicles that transported me out of my bedroom and
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,
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
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
I’m sitting here on Sunday morning, in my nice flannel PJs, sipping on some coffee and working on waking up enough to write. Today’s writing agenda is to start/finish chapter thirteen, get the plot moving and step up to the next thing on the vague sort of journey in my head. Of course, being a
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