Ron Toland
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  • Keeping Score: 17 February 2023

    Started the new job this week! Which means I’m suddenly wondering how in the world I ever had time to write while working full-time 😅

    I’ve made it about halfway through the first editing pass on the novel. Well, I made it halfway as of Monday, but the rest of the week I’ve wrapped work feeling simultaneously too drained to be creative and too stuffed full of facts and process (from the company onboarding) to get anything done.

    It doesn’t help that said onboarding consists of four hours of back-to-back meetings, which is hard on this introvert. I’ve not had the Zoomies in a while, and this is definitely it 😬

    I’m telling myself to be patient, though, rather than beating myself up about not making daily progress. The onboarding will finish, the meetings will drop away, and I’ll eventually work those extrovert muscles enough to handle a 9-to-5 again (and be able to write after the work day is done). Plus, there’s always the weekend. And there’s a long one coming up, so I can carve out some time (and spoons) to play catch-up.

    Wish me luck!

    → 6:55 PM, Feb 17
  • Keeping Score: 10 February 2023

    As you can imagine from my last post (and lack of posting through Nov, Dec, or Jan), absolutely nothing went as planned, writing-wise, over the last three months.

    NaNoWriMo? Sure, I got 16,000 words into it before crashing and burning. Now I have two incomplete novels sitting on my laptop, waiting for me to pick them back up 😬

    The TCF? Dropped it. Okay, I delayed it first, then dropped it. There was simply too much else going on, between racing to get to the PR finish line and interviewing for a new job. And the holidays. I’m still studying French, mind, but I’ve had to let go of the idea of getting tested on it, for now.

    Ditto the Clarion West classes. I attended a few sessions of the mystery-writing one, but the homework (a new story every week) overwhelmed me, and the lectures + feedback turned out to be less valuable than I thought. So I backed out of the other classes, too, freeing up time in my schedule to deal with everything else that was happening.

    I did get two new stories out of the class, though. True, one of them I didn’t finish until January, and then only by ignoring the parameters of the original assignment. But still. One of them I think might be a trunk story, but the other (the January one) I’m really rather fond of, and plan to polish up for submission…later 😅

    On the good news front, I did keep up with my critique group (bless them for putting up with me), and we’re almost to the end of the prison-break-in-space novel I wrote a few years ago (fourth novel completed, second sci-fi book, prior to the two unfinished novels were started). So I’ve gone back through their feedback up to this point, distilled it to a set of edits to make, and have started in on actually making those edits.

    I know, this is what you’re supposed to do with novels, yes? Write a first draft for yourself, do a second draft for others to read, and then edit, edit, edit based on feedback and your own reads before sending it out to agents.

    Well, I’ve got the first part down — four novels in first draft stage — and I’ve done the second (for this book, anyway), but I’ve never gone past that point. Always started a new book rather than revise the last one.

    But not this time! I’m going through the thing, chapter by chapter, editing as I go. Most of the feedback I received concerned physical descriptions and layout, so that’s what I’m working on first. Which means, oddly enough, adding material instead of chipping things away. So the book’s getting longer, not shorter, as I work on this revision.

    If all goes well 🤞I think I’ll have the edits wrapped by May. Which is not that far away, all things considered! Then it’ll be time to compile a list of possible agents, and start shipping out query letters.

    What about you? If you did NaNoWriMo, how did it go? If you didn’t, have you made any writing goals for 2023, and how are they coming along so far?

    → 10:31 AM, Feb 10
  • Keeping Score: 4 November 2022

    So I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year.

    “But,” I hear you say, “you’re already studying for the TCF in December, trying to put together the last pieces for your permanent residence application, taking three classes from Clarion West online, and supposed to be finishing those short stories you started over the summer. How are you going to also write 50,000 words in a new novel?”

    And, well…I have no idea.

    But! I want to try, for three reasons:

    1. I’ve noticed lately my writing output has slowed. A lot. Used to be I could crank out 500 words a day, no problem. Now I’m struggling to get even a hundred words down. I need something to kick me back into gear. NaNoWriMo can act as that something.
    2. The short story I’ve been working on — the sci-fi story that started as flash and then grew to 8,000 words in a second draft — has grown even more. I don’t know what the word count is, because I’ve been writing it out by hand. But when I stepped back and wrote up an outline, it looked very much like one of my novels. Not a short story. And if I’m going to be writing a new book anyway to finish this out, what better way to get it started than during NaNoWriMo?
    3. Failure is an option. All of this is voluntary, with the exception of the PR application (fingers crossed I get invited soon, and can get my paperwork together in time). I can drop out of the Clarion West classes without any hassle. And if I don’t hit 50,000 words this month on the novel, so what? So long as I push towards it, spend more time writing, and make progress on a new book, that’s enough.

    Number 3 there is really important to me. I don’t want this to become a source of stress. I want it to be motivating; a challenge, not a directive. So I’m letting myself be okay with flubbing the first two days, when I only cranked out 400 or so words. Last night I put in over a thousand, and it felt great (I rewarded myself with some leftover Halloween candy). If I can keep that pace up, and do a little extra on the weekends, I’ll make the goal. And if not? Well, at least I’ll have a solid start to the next book.

    If you want to follow along with my stumbling progress, my username is mindbat and my project is here. Hit me up, and let’s be writing buddies!

    → 9:05 AM, Nov 4
  • Keeping Score: 9 September 2022

    Finished typing up the first draft of the new story over the long weekend. Even found time to create a new Ulysses export style based on the Shunn Manuscript Format (the standard for most of the markets I submit to) so I don’t have to manually fix up the margins, etc when exporting to Word (there are existing Styles that claim to be standard format, but are all missing one or more essential pieces).

    Not that the story is ready to submit, mind. I typed it dutifully, and edited as I went to make it the best version of this draft I could. But the tonal shifts are still too big to handle in a short story, and the ending doesn’t land with near enough force.

    So over the past week I’ve taken a page from literary agent Donald Maass’ workbook, which I’ve used before to edit novels. One of the big points the workbook drives home is the need to look for connections in the story: between plots, between characters, between locations, everything. Strengthening connections can both tighten and deepen the story, making the stakes feel larger because there’s more history — more connection — between the events and characters.

    For this story, I had a set of three characters loosely connected. One was the main character, who worked for one of the other characters, and had hired the protagonist to work on a case for the third. There was no prior history, no relationship between the characters other than the business one. As a result, the conflicts were mainly business conflicts: Can the protagonist get the assignment done (extracting a secret from the client)? Will she rebel against it when she finds out what it really entails? Etc. Not bad, but certainly not world-shattering, either.

    But what if the three characters were more connected? What if the client was the protagonist’s father? And the person hiring her to dig into his past was her mother?

    Now things get more interesting. Why would the mother pit the daughter against the father? What marriage would have that level of conflict? Why would the daughter agree to go along, at least first? And what might possibly change her mind?

    This one shift generated a whole new slew of ideas for me, so much that yesterday when I sat down to work on the story, I started writing out — longhand, again — an entirely new draft. New starting scene, new tense, new voice, even (it’s now in first-person).

    I’m already happier with the new draft. It feels more assured, like a train engine already running under full steam. I’m looking forward to exploring what the characters do in this new situation, with these new connections between them.

    I never could have gotten there, though, without that first draft. And I’m still going to crib plot and structure from it, even if they end up squeezed into new shapes.

    What about you? Have you ever done a complete rewrite of a story, and were you glad you did?

    → 8:35 AM, Sep 9
  • Keeping Score: 2 September 2022

    Draft is done! Long live the draft!

    Finished the first, very messy, draft of the new short story this week. I already kind of hate it, even after writing the last scene like the previous one didn’t happen. Both those scenes, I think, are going to see heavy edits in the next draft.

    For now, though, I’m simply typing it up. Yes, typing: I wrote the first draft longhand, in a little notebook, after reading the advice in Chavez’s book on anti-racist workshopping. Her take was that making her students write out the first draft by hand made them more willing to experiment, to scratch things out and rewrite on the fly, without their inner editor getting in the way. And for the most part, I’ve found that to be true; I’ve got scenes that are out of order on the page, with squiggly lines connecting the pieces to each other in the right sequence. And knowing that I would type it all later — and “fix it in post” — made it easier to finish writing the scenes that I knew, even while writing them, that I was going to have to change.

    (she also said that writing longhand got her students more in tune with their bodies, but being over-40 myself, I mostly got in tune with how quickly my hand starts to cramp up)

    I am making changes as I type. Fixing a phrase here, adding some blocking (e.g., “she sat back and crossed her arms”) there. Discovering I wrote an entire scene in the wrong tense (!), or used the wrong character’s name in places.

    But I’m holding off from making any big changes till I’ve finished typing it. I want to go through the whole thing once more, reading and typing, getting a better feel for how it might all fit together. I’m taking notes as I go, on things I want to change (or simply try differently, to see how it reads), so I can come back after this and do a second draft.

    My intent — my hope — is to have the characters and basic plot nailed down during the second draft. (oh, you thought I’d have that set by the time I started the first draft? welcome to pantsing) From there, it’ll be much easier to iterate on revisions, including at least one pass where I’ll print it out and then go through it.

    Given my current pace, I might have something to show beta readers by the end of the month? Fingers crossed.

    → 8:43 AM, Sep 2
  • Keeping Score: 26 August 2022

    Ever write a scene, and immediately regret it?

    This week I’ve been focusing on finishing one, just one, of the story first draft I’m in the middle of. I carefully plotted out what scenes were left at the start of the week, and spent each day’s writing session chugging along, setting them down.

    Only when I got to the second-to-last scene, I made it halfway through before coming to a screeching halt. Despite all my well-laid plans, I was suddenly out of track, for two reasons.

    One, I’d decided to have the main character expose her boss as a fake, by flipping open the many file boxes her boss has strewn around and showing them all to be empty. Very dramatic, fun scene, in my head. Only I forgot to come up with a reason why the boxes were empty.

    So when I got to the part where she opened them up, and I needed to show her boss’ reaction, I had nothing. No idea. Nothing to see here folks, the muse has gone home for the day.

    Two, even once I’d spent some time brainstorming ideas for the boxes, and started back in on the scene, I realized the tone was completely wrong. I’d started the story off as a meditation on memory and purpose, with a protagonist gradually realizing she wants to do something else with her life.

    Emphasis on gradually. Not big-d Dramatically, or in some blaze of glory, but over time, like the tide receding from a beach. And here I had this high-volume scene right towards the end of the story. It doesn’t wok, and I knew it wouldn’t work as I was writing it.

    But I finished the scene anyway. I’ve been told too many times, by too many authors more experienced and skilled than me, that stopping to edit in the middle of a draft is an excellent way to never get anything finished.

    And once again, they’ve turned out to be right! Because in finishing the scene, and chewing it over once I’d done it, I realized moving the scene earlier in the story — with some tweaks — will give it all the things it was missing before: a ticking clock, a purpose behind the boss’ actions, a push for the protagonist to make her life-altering decision.

    I’ve got one more scene left to write in this draft, so I’m going to take another page out of their advice, and write it like I’ve already made the change I’m thinking of doing in the next draft. That way, when I actually write that draft, this final scene won’t need as many edits (and I’ll have a completed draft, which is an accomplishment on its own).

    What about you? Have you ever had a scene (or a story) that you thought you’d need to throw away, and instead it became the spark that set off something even better?

    → 8:31 AM, Aug 26
  • Keeping Score: 12 August 2022

    Earlier this week I decided to take a survey of what stage my various stories are, since I lost track of them over the course of Covid July.

    Here's what I came up with:

    • Flash pieces needing final revision before submittal: 2
    • Short stories needing significant drafting: 2
    • Stories needing a complete first draft: 3

    That's seven stories in various stages, none of which are ready to go out to beta readers or submitted to markets! My original list only had five stories; I woke up the next morning and realized I'd left two off the list entirely.

    I seem to be replicating a pattern from my day-job, where I commonly work on multiple projects at once, pushing each forward until I hit a blocker (or a stopping point) and then switching to the next. I've apparently started doing the same thing with my writing, starting a story and then switching to another if I feel any resistance to working on the first one.

    So now I've got four months of story work, and basically nothing to show for it (to anyone else, anyway). At this point, my inner Paul McCartney is going "We need a system!"

    But is that the case? Is it wrong of me to borrow this working pattern from my day job?

    I'm not sure. I don't have any deadlines to meet. No editors or publishers waiting for my words (those these are problems I'd like to have, someday!). I've only got myself, and so long as I'm happy working on several things at once, who's to say I need to stop?

    Except. The danger -- as I found in July -- is that I lose the thread of the story, or many stories, in trying to work on too many at once. Or end up repeating and re-using elements across them, instead of letting each story grow into its own unique self.

    Maybe the answer is compromise: Don't start another first draft until the current one is finished. Always come back and edit the previous story's draft before doing the next one. And so on. So I can still work on multiple pieces at once, so long as I only have one or two in the revision queue at the same time.

    What about you? Do you work on one story at a time, all the way through from draft to final edit? Or do you bounce between multiple pieces at the same time, working on whichever one strikes your Muse as the one for the day?

    → 8:54 AM, Aug 12
  • Keeping Score: 29 July 2022

    Yesterday was my first time fiction writing since I got sick.

    That's three weeks of not making any progress. Of not being able to make progress, because even once the fever and the chills and the wracking cough subsided, I couldn't focus long enough to read a story, let alone create a new one.

    I confess I worried I might not be able to, even now. I've heard so much about a lingering "brain fog" after getting Covid to make me anxious that I would try to write again and fail, that I wouldn't be able to pick up the stories I'd been working on, or find myself writing only in clichés and bad dialog.

    Well. I won't speak to the quality of the draft I worked on yesterday, but I did work on it, and I did make progress. In fact, the rest of the story is coalescing in my head now, and I can see the path to finishing it.

    This draft, anyway. There'll be edits to do afterward, of course.

    But at least I know I can keep working. I still get fatigued more easily than I used to; back-to-back meetings at work leave me not just mentally but physically drained now. And when I tried walking last weekend, I made it just a few kilometers out before turning back for home, where I promptly fell into a nap.

    And yet. My brain keeps on ticking, and I can work around the fatigue till it passes. So that's one worry resolved, for now, at least.

    Hope you're able to write through your own worries, and find ways to make progress no matter what stands in your way.

    → 8:49 AM, Jul 29
  • Keeping Score: 8 July 2022

    This week I've mostly been focused on typing up the mix of notes, scenes, and outline from my notebook for the now expanded, gender-flipped, sidekick-to-protagonist science fiction story (whew!).

    I'm having to do a bit of expansion and interweaving as I go. I didn't write the scenes in order, to begin with, and then I've also been blending it with what I wrote in the second (typed straight to laptop) draft, so that hopefully the whole thing is coherent.

    I'm nearing the ending, which I haven't written yet, but I've got such a strong image for that I think I can just type it out when I get there. Also I've got to lay the path for it, so to speak, by weaving in elements in these earlier scenes so the final one feels like a proper payoff, rather than an abrupt turn (though there is a turn, I just don't want it to jolt a reader out of the story).

    One thing I want to pay particular attention to, and change if I can't get it right, is the (now) main character's ethnicity. In my mental storyboards, she's a second-generation Asian-American, and that's how I've presented her in terms of name, etc. But in reading books like Craft in the Real World and The Girl at the Baggage Claim, and novels like Earthlings and The Woman in the Purple Skirt, I'm starting to doubt whether I can properly portray such a character. I've been thinking I can use my experience as an internal (and now international) immigrant as a bridge to their worldview, but I think now that that's not enough. There's the pervasive racism experienced by minorities in the States, and on top of that the misogyny that uniquely harms Asian-American women (I say harms, not harmed, because it keeps happening: witness the one character in "The Boys" who is introduced as completely feral and whose voice is silenced is the one Asian woman in the cast). And that's before we get into differing family relationships, unique cultural touchstones, etc.

    So I'm not sure if I should change the POV character's ethnicity or not. I think that during these handwritten drafts I've found an approach that can be both representative and respectful. And I don't want to be the kind of white writer that only writes white people (any more than I want to be the kind of male writer that only writes men). The world is diverse, and I want to represent that in my fiction. But I want to do it well, which means more than just changing a character's name or skin color.

    We'll see how the draft comes out. And what my sensitivity readers say when they review it.

    → 9:08 AM, Jul 8
  • Keeping Score: 1 July 2022

    I think my writing brain is telling me to move on from the short stories.

    I've kept up with the notebook writing this week, jotting down scenes and brainstorming directions for the plots of both short stories (the shorter mystery and the longer sci-fi one). But on Monday my fingers refused to write anything for either story, instead choosing to talk about the summer weather (which became my last blog post). And yesterday, when I reached for my notebook, I had a spark of an idea that turned into a plot for an entire rom-com novel.

    It's like my subconscious is telling me it's bored of drafting the short stories, and wants to move on, to something different. Before I can do that, though, I need to actually type up what I've written freehand, and try to edit it into a coherent piece.

    So that's what I'll be working on this weekend and next week. Typing, editing, and revising both stories, till the ideas in my notebook have been fitted into place. Hopefully that'll be enough to keep my writing brain engaged and happy; it's different work, after all, from drafting, and uses different muscles.

    And then...maybe I'll give this rom-com a shot? Or maybe it's a thriller. It really depends on the ending, you see, and...

    Well. We'll see.

    → 9:29 AM, Jul 1
  • Keeping Score: 24 June 2022

    I've been reading Craft in the Real World and The Anti-Racist Writing Workshop, two books that both approach the issue of how the traditional writing workshop in the US -- silent author, readers and teacher judging the work, comparison to an all-white literary canon -- was constructed less to promote healthy writing communities and more to reinforce white supremacy in the States.

    I confess it's been hard reading, sometimes. Being confronted with the way I've been taught -- and taught to teach others -- about writing and being shown its racist underpinnings does not make for comfortable reading. But I'm pushing past that white fragility of mine, and interrogating it, and each time what I find at the root is simply fear. Fear that I'll be the one erased, in the kind of workshop these authors describe. Fear that I'll become the marginalized. Because the one thing all white people know, even when we don't want to admit it, is that being in the minority in the Western caste system sucks.

    When I face that fear, and name it, I'm able to move past it, and see the workshops they're presenting as what they really are: places where everyone can take center stage for a time, where each author is empowered with the tools and the confidence to better their craft. Those tools are there for me, too, if I'm willing to listen, and use them.

    So I'm testing them out, so to speak. I don't have a formal writing workshop to go to, but I am trying a new approach with the feedback I give to the other writers in my writing circle. I'm aiming my feedback less at "I liked this" or "I don't like this character" and more towards highlighting the choices I see them making. Like asking how scenes might play out differently if X were changed, or querying about the symbolism behind the repetition of a certain element. I don't know if I'm succeeding, just yet, but I'm striving for the kind of centering of the author as an actively participating artist that Salesses and Chavez encourage.

    I'm also borrowing some of their practices for my own writing. For this new short story I'm writing, I've taken to writing out the new draft by hand, in a notebook. Chavez says she insists her students write by hand, as a way to silence the inner editor and let the words flow onto the page. And so far, it's working; writing it out has helped me get out of my own way, and make progress on the draft, when staring at the computer screen would feel like too much pressure. Chavez is right: Something about using hand and pen and paper is liberating, making me feel less like every word needs to be perfect and more like the story in my head needs to be written down right now.

    As a result, the new draft is taking shape. It's going to be longer and more complicated than I originally thought, with POV shifts and an expanded world. The side character that I had in the first draft and then gender-flipped has now become the protagonist (!) with all the changes that entails. But where I initially approached this new draft with trepidation, now I'm excited to see it come together.

    What techniques do you use, to quiet your inner editor and feel free to write the stories you most want to tell?

    → 8:54 AM, Jun 24
  • Keeping Score: 17 June 2022

    Gender-flipping one of the characters in my new short story turns out to be the best decision I could have made. Whole new story possibilities have opened up, and I'm following through on them as best I can.

    Which is to say, I haven't made any progress on the horror story I started last week.

    I'm basically back to draft zero on the sci-fi piece (now gender-flipped). The story's going to need to get longer, much longer, in order to capture these new ideas. Somehow I'm going to need to pull off switching POVs inside the short story form, which is usually a no-no.

    And it might still be! But I won't know for sure until I try it out. Maybe switching POV between scenes will be a disaster. Maybe I'll read the new draft through and find it's a horrible mess. But then again, maybe I won't.

    So I'm trying to give myself the freedom to explore. I'm still forcing myself to sit down at least 15 minutes a day and work on a story, any story. But I'm not judging the output of those fifteen minutes. If it's character sketches, great! If it's brainstorming possible plot twists, also fine. Just so long as it's effort spent on the story, in whatever form that takes.

    This weekend I'm hoping to carve out some time to do some drafting based on the notes I've put together over the week. It'd be nice to have a finished draft together, however messy, that I can start editing next week.

    Hope your own writing is going well, and that you're avoiding the trap of judging your work by anyone else's standards.

    → 9:00 AM, Jun 17
  • Keeping Score: 10 June 2022

    Started the first draft of the new horror story this week, but just barely. Managed to bang out a single scene before my brain came to a screeching halt.

    At first I was scared, thinking my writer's block had come back. But after a day to calm down, I figured it out: I still needed to edit the flash pieces I banged out last month. My writing brain -- who commutes between my subconscious and Tír na nÓg, I call them Fred -- wasn't ready to move on to a new story just yet. Outline, sure, but draft? No way. Edits first.

    So I've mostly been editing. Two of the flash pieces I wrote are ready to go. A third is on its second draft, but I think it needs a third major one before any fine-tuning passes. I had an idea for gender-flipping one of the characters that I think will make the dialog more interesting (because it'll bring out more of each character's personality) and easier to follow (because the dialog tags will be different).

    I've also been (kind of) editing my prison break novel. As I mentioned before, I've joined a writing group, so I'm using it as my submission -- 2,500 words at a time -- for each session. We're using Google Docs for sharing, which I thought would be annoying (ok, it is annoying) but has given me a chance to edit each section before I copy/paste it into the shared doc. It's mostly cleanup edits: Fixing a typo here, reworking a bit of dialog there. But it's making the draft stronger, and they're giving me some very useful feedback on it (like catching that a character didn't bother to put on a pressure suit before heading out an airlock!).

    It'll take us (as a group) a while to get through it all, but I'm hoping at the end of it I'll have a firm sense of what needs to be updated in one more editing pass before I can start sending it out to agents. Then maybe I'll start (finally) editing the novel previous to that one, and so on and so forth, till they're all edited and all out on sub. Meanwhile, I can keep churning out short stories, and work to find each of them a publishing home.

    Wish me luck!

    → 9:51 AM, Jun 10
  • Keeping Score: 3 June 2022

    This week I finally started submitting stories to markets again.

    I've been holding off, because of the writer's block, and all the work that went into the move, but also because I was afraid. I'm afraid not just of rejection, but of being judged for what I've written. Afraid that even if a story does make it to an editor's desk for reading, they'll be put off by it, and never want to see anything by me again.

    Intellectually, I know, no one thinks about me that much. My stories go in, and they get rejected, and the editors and first readers never think about me again. They've got lives of their own, after all.

    And yet. Fear of judgement has kept me holding my stories back, worried not about how the story will be received, but how I'll be seen for having written it. At one point, I even tried to convince myself that I didn't want to get published, that the writing was enough for me, that making money at it didn't matter. That delusion lasted perhaps a week before my normal ambition re-asserted itself.

    All of it -- the fear of judgement, the lying to myself -- is a silly thing, and I know it's silly, but it's taken me a few months to get past it.

    Thank goodness for The Submission Grinder, which (for free!) not only keeps track of what pieces I have ready to go and which markets I've already been rejected from, but can run a search across markets that are open to subs for each piece. That is, it knows the word count and genre, and so narrows its results down to markets that accept stories of that length and subject. It's help me discover markets I'd never have heard of otherwise, and contests that would have closed before I had a chance to submit.

    So, by the numbers:

    • 3 pieces went out last week.
    • 1 has already been rejected, and needs to go back out this weekend
    • 1 new flash piece (from last month) is ready to go
    • 3 older pieces need to be sent to new markets
    • 1 new short story needs a final editing pass (it's currently on its second draft) before being sent out
    • 2 new flash pieces need first editing passes this weekend

    ...and I want to start the first draft of the new horror story. Whew!

    Hope your own writing is going well, and you're hitting your goals, whatever they may be.

    → 8:41 AM, Jun 3
  • Keeping Score: May 27, 2022

    Steady progress this week. I’ve set a reminder to write, every day, and I force myself to do it. Even when I’m exhausted after a day like Wednesday, where I had a solid block of meetings from 7am till 1pm. I grab my notebook, set a timer for fifteen minutes, and don’t let myself do anything else till the buzzer sounds.

    I’m not always drafting during that time. Sometimes, like this week, I’m brainstorming, looking for ways to punch up the current draft of the new story. Sometimes I’m outlining, like I’ve been doing for a new story that’s brewing in my head. But no matter what, I’m working for those fifteen minutes.

    As a result, I’m about ready to do a second draft of the piece that started out as flash, and has grown into a short story. I’m also ready to do a first draft of a new piece, a horror story that first unlocked for me last year during a Clarion West online class, but sat on the shelf while I worked through my writer’s block. (Oddly enough, the current approach I’m taking to the story came to me during another Clarion West class, on Sunday)

    Oh! And I wrote two more flash pieces last night, based on some prompts given out at the Victoria Creative Writing Group meeting. One of them is a fun little thing I might polish a touch and then send out. The other is yet another story I’ve been carrying around without knowing how to approach, and the second writing prompt of the night gave me exactly the right angle. I think this one might be a longer piece when I’m done, but at least I’ve got a first draft now, something I can edit into shape.

    How about you? What do you do to keep yourself motivated (I take classes, apparently, and join writing groups)? Are you making good progress in your current projects, or does your writing process need a shake-up?

    → 8:57 AM, May 27
  • Keeping Score: 20 May 2022

    Writing slowed this week, but didn’t stop. I got through “Draft 1.5” of the new short story, which brought it to a healthy 2k words, inching out of flash territory.

    I already have three areas I want to touch up next. The ending, in particular, I think needs to pack more punch. But these will be smaller changes, so I’m letting the story cool on the shelf, so to speak, before coming back to make them.

    Meanwhile, I joined a critique group! After a meeting of the Victoria Creative Writing Group, one of the other new members put out a call for folks to join in critiquing each other’s writing on a regular basis. We had our first meeting last night, and I think it went really well :) It’s a small group (there’s just four of us total) but that means we each get plenty of time to give and get feedback. At the end of this first session, we even had time to do a 15 minute writing exercise, and I got another flash piece out of it!

    I feel so lucky to have been accepted into the group. Many thanks to the organizer, and to the VCWG for bringing us all together.

    Written with: Ulysses

    Under the influence of: “Never Let Me Go,” Placebo

    → 9:00 AM, May 20
  • Keeping Score: 13 May 2022

    I’ve written a new short story!

    Last Saturday I turned a corner, mood-wise. After not being able to write for six months, I sat down and hammered out the first draft of a new flash piece. The story is something I’d been mulling over for a while; I had the genre (noir/crime) and a line of dialog, but that’s it.

    But Saturday morning I sat down and told myself to write something, anything, even if it was crap. And the whole story came tumbling out of me.

    It’s a huge relief, to know that I can still do it. Even if the draft is terrible, it exists, it’s mine, and that means I’m not hopeless as a writer just yet.

    I’ve spent the week since working on a “Draft 1.5”, as I’m thinking of it. I’m still too close to the story to properly edit it into a second draft, but as soon as I was done with the first draft I started seeing areas where I needed to go back, add depth or look for a more creative angle.

    In particular, the motive for the crime bothered me. The one in the first draft felt too pat, too cliché. Not real enough.

    So one morning I took out my little notebook and went through the characters in the story, one by one, and wrote a description — personality, circumstances, and appearance — for each. I had only vague ideas of the characters when I started, but by the end of the exercise I had them firmly fixed in my mind, along with a better motive, and plot changes to reflect that.

    Thus I’ve begun another draft to incorporate those changes. I know there’ll be more drafts after this one, including a proper second once I’ve let the story sit for a couple weeks. But for now I want to make this first draft a little stronger.

    If you’re struggling with writing, and not sure you can hack it anymore, let me reassure you: You can! You might just need a break, or to try a different genre, or a different format. Me, I needed all three, including permission from a writing instructor to drop my current project altogether. It’s scary to contemplate, but liberating in the end.

    Go forth and write messy drafts, write bad dialog, and create some one-dimensional characters. Whatever it takes to get the words out, to get your mind working on the story. You can always, always, clean it up later, but you can’t do anything without that first draft. So get to it :)

    Written with: Ulysses

    Under the influence of: “Model Citizen,” Meet Me @ the Altar

    → 9:08 AM, May 13
  • Short Book Reviews: October 2021

    It's been a while since I've done one of these, hasn't it? checks calendar winces Way too long.

    Part of that was the grind of the Book That Wouldn't End. Not the novel I'm writing, mind you, but the book way down at the end of this list, the one that took me all of August and most of September to finish. And it was good! But very dry and dense in an academic way, and so reading it was like shoving day-old oatmeal into my brain. Healthy, for sure! But not fun.

    And part of it has been simply time. I've neglected this blog, I feel, mostly because somewhere between July and now everything seemed to speed up, all at once, and I suddenly had no time for anything. It definitely contributed to the writer's block I'm just now climbing out of. And it meant certain things -- like these posts -- just got dropped.

    But! I'm on the mend, mental-health-wise (I think. I hope), reading again, and writing, so it's time to pick things back up here.

    As always, reviews are posted in reverse chronological order, with the most recent book I finished first.

    Lovecraft Country, by Matt Ruff

    Finally got around to this one. And I can easily see how it could become a TV series; not only is the book very visual and quick-moving (in terms of style), but each section forms its own little “episode” where a different character takes the spotlight and has a supernatural encounter (of various kinds). It all builds to a climax that’s so perfect — and perfectly justified — I’m looking forward to re-reading it just to see all the threads coming together again.

    The Likeness, by Tana French

    Jesus, this one sucked me in. The Irish lilt to the dialog, the immersive descriptions of the country house where most of the book takes place, the personal history of the characters...Can you want to live inside a murder mystery? Because damned if I didn’t want to spend more time with this one. Expertly done, from start to finish.

    The 7 1/2 Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle, by Stuart Turton

    Ok, this one had me with the title alone. I was worried that it couldn’t deliver on that promise, but I needn’t have been. It’s a cross of Groundhog Day and Quantum Leap, mixed with some classic Agatha Christie, topped with a powerful message about forgiveness. I don’t want to say anything more, for fear of spoiling it, but if that sounds like your bag, pick it up; you won’t be disappointed.

    Luminferous, by J Dianne Dotson

    The finale is here! A series literally decades in the making (the author wrote the first draft of what became the second book in her teens) finally gets the send-off it deserves. I won’t spoil anything here, just to say that this fourth book continues the trend of each one being better than the last.

    If you’ve enjoyed the series so far, there’s plenty of twists and turns to keep you hooked. If you haven’t read any of them yet but enjoy old-school sci-fi (think classic Star Trek or Anne McCaffrey) you should check them out!

    The Field and the Forge, by John Landers

    The book that almost killed me.

    It's a survey -- just a survey! -- of the kinds of physical restraints an organic economy imposes on technology, culture, and warfare. It's incredibly eye-opening, and completely ruins any sense of "realism" you might have felt lingered in shows like Game of Thrones.

    Also, nothing makes me appreciate modern life more than thinking about how just to transport food (say, grain, or fruit) to a market in pre-industrial times, you were usually transporting by animal, but just to get there you had to bring food along for yourself and for the pack animal, which meant traveling more than a few hours (let alone more than a day) was simply not viable (because at some point the animal is carrying just food that's going to be consumed along the way, making the trip worthless economically).

    There's some theory packed in there, which Landers is gracious enough to admit is completely bogus but serves to illuminate different aspects of these complex phenomena. The interaction between population, production efficiency, and military size is especially instructive. Ditto the possibility for certain inheritance schemes to lead to a surplus of "second sons" that have nothing and thus no stake in society, causing all kinds of trouble.

    Anyway, I'm glad I read it, I might refer to it from time to time, but ye gods I will never be re-reading it.

    → 8:48 AM, Nov 1
  • Keeping Score: October 22, 2021

    I've finally made it to the other side of my writer's block. I'm back to working on the novel, hitting my word count every day.

    Thank goodness.

    It wasn't any one thing that got me through it, either.

    i started reading again, sprinting through two novels that'd been sitting on the To Be Read pile for a good while. They were both excellent, they were both slightly outside my normal genre, and they were both kindling to re-light the writing fire inside me.

    I leaned into my schedule disruption, which meant calling a halt to my exercise routine for a week. I know, you're not supposed to do that; it's the exact opposite of the advice most folks give about writer's block ("take a walk", "clear your head", etc). But it helped me to relax, to feel like I had all the time in the world to write, which made it that much easier to find my flow.

    And I read a few chapters in the new Pocket Workshop book by the Clarion West Writer's Workshop. Specifically, Eileen Gunn's chapter on writer's block calmed me down significantly. It reminded me that blockages happen, and pushed me to interrogate it, rather than ignore it.

    By forcing me to really look at why I was blocked, to listen to what the block was trying to tell me, I found my way forward. I realized that the novel section I was working on wasn't working, really, and that's why I was blocked on it. It was too passive, for one. Where the previous flashback section was very much driven entirely by the narrator's actions, the current section was one where a lot just happened to her. Or where she stumbled across things, and reacted to them. It wasn't compelling, and my subconscious knew it, but my conscious mind wanted to carry on like nothing was wrong.

    So my subconscious went on strike. Writer's block.

    I spent a few days brainstorming ways to change the section, to make it driven by the narrator. And suddenly my writing brain kicked back into gear, generating conversations and visualizing scenes again. Not all of them lined up, but that's ok, that's part of the process.

    In the end, I decided to trash the 5,000 words I'd written for the current section of the book. Goodbye, gone.

    And started over.

    But now, this time, the words are coming much more easily. I can sit down in the morning and get my word count in, without worrying about being blocked, or not knowing where I'm going. The narrator -- the protagonist of this section -- is back firmly in control of things, and that's how it should be.

    Instead of somehow wandering from Central Asia to Europe, she's fleeing there, from the consequences of her own actions. Instead of stumbling on a town with a dragon problem, she's seeking it out, because it's the only way she can keep a powerful curse at bay.

    She still faces constraints, of course. But the way she overcomes her challenges within those constraints is her choice, no one else's. And that...that makes it a lot easier to write down her story.

    What about you? Have you had a period of serious writer's block, that you then worked through? How did you overcome it?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 22
  • Keeping Score: October 8, 2021

    I'm...well, I'm blocked.

    Written perhaps 300 words on the novel in the last two weeks. No work on any short stories, no editing...nothing else.

    I did finish the outline of the section I'm working on. It's just when I sat down to start writing it, I just...didn't. Couldn't find my way back into the story.

    Part of it is time; my morning schedule's been chopped to bits, lately, and my afternoon schedule is gone because I've been working later (and as soon as I get off work it's time to start making supper). And at lunch, well...at lunch I just want to turn my brain off for a while.

    Part of it, too, is I'm just tired all the time. I wake up tired, I exercise tired, I sleepwalk through making dinner and fall into bed at the end of the day. My jammed finger from August still hasn't healed -- I have to pop it back into place every morning so I can bend it -- my right thigh is sore every time I stand, and that foot will just give out without warning, sending me flailing for the nearest chair or counter to grab hold of for support.

    Mentally, too, I'm worn out. It's like the part of me that makes decisions is just done, completely finished, and refuses to make a single new one. Decide what to wear? Nope, grab whatever's on top of the pile. Decide what to eat? Nope, get the same thing every day. Decide how this scene is going to play out? Nuh-uh, try again. Decide what other writing project to work on to get around the block? Hahaha, not a chance.

    What's really frustrating is that I want to work on the novel. I want to finish editing my short stories, and send them out, and then write the exciting scenes I've planned out for the book, and maybe start a new short story, and...so much. But I reach the end of each day, and nope, nothing.

    I'm...not used to feeling this way. Used to feeling lost in the book, sure, given my tendency to write my way through it rather than outline. But not used to knowing where I want to go, and how to get there, but not having any fuel in my mental tank to get there.

    Not sure how to get that fuel back. Maybe read more? I took a break after reading the last two books, and maybe that was a mistake. Maybe my horror movie binge for October needs to be a horror novel binge? Or something completely different, maybe I need to read nothing but cozy mysteries for a while.

    What I fear is that this means I need to put the novel away for a while. I've heard of other writers doing that, hitting a blockage and setting the work aside for a year or two, before picking it back up again. I've also heard of writers that set something aside and never pick it up. The latter's what I'm afraid of. I want to finish this book. Finishing things...it's part of my identity. Letting that go would be very, very hard.

    Which is maybe why I'm blocked? Too afraid to let go, but too tired to go on? sighs We'll see.

    → 9:30 AM, Oct 8
  • Keeping Score: September 24, 2021

    Zero words written on the novel this week.

    The little parts I was writing last week, based on the outlining I did, ran out of steam. Turns out a single day of outlining isn't enough for a section that's probably going to end up being 30,000 words!

    So this week I hit pause on drafting. Instead, I've spent each day's writing time on outlining and research, trying to build a path forward.

    Eh, that's not quite right, either...More like, I started out the week with an idea of the beats this part needs to hit. Character X needs to meet Character Y in Town Z. There's a Guild-sponsored dragon hunt, which both compete in. Something something something, they become friends.

    Which is not a lot to go on! So this week I've been drilling into the "why" and "how" of things: Why is Character Y in Town Z? Why does anyone in the Town care about dragons? Why this Guild in particular? How does Character X find out about the competition? How do they meet Character Y?

    That, in turn, has pushed me to do some more research into the history of the region, looking for answers about government structure, merchant shipping, relations between nobles and peasants, etc etc etc.

    And it's working! I stumbled upon an historic event that fits exactly with my generational timeline, and explains why Character Y is in town (and why they might join in a dragon hunt). It's settled a lot of other questions I've had about the book -- like when precisely in history everything is taking place -- and even adds extra depth and drama to some later events.

    So, am I ready to get back to drafting? Not yet. I've only got the first third or so of this section outlined so far. I need to work through the hunt itself, and its consequences, before I'll feel comfortable putting fingers to keys again.

    Hopefully that'll be sometime next week. Wish me luck!

    → 12:00 PM, Sep 24
  • Keeping Score: September 17, 2021

    Did I say I'd spend time outlining last weekend? How naive I was! No, last weekend was all house chores, with a single break -- a fantastic break -- to celebrate a friend's new job.

    So I did the outlining on Monday, and wrote Tuesday, and Wednesday was...a lost day...and went back to writing yesterday. And now it's Friday, and I've only hit half my word count for the week. I've got some catching up to do.

    And editing -- that second flash piece I wrote last month needs another draft -- and story submitting. It's a lot to juggle!

    But I've got today off, thank goodness, so there's a good chance I'll get some of it done before the weekend. And who knows? I might sneak some work in on Saturday or Sunday as well.

    Meanwhile, the approach of fall has me feeling the need to be in a class again, leveling up my craft. I recently discovered Cat Rambo's Academy for Wayward Writers, and its set of self-paced classes looks like just the ticket. I think I'll start with the one on editing (since knowing when to stop editing is something I struggle with) and go from there.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 17
  • Keeping Score: September 10, 2021

    Steady progress on the novel this week, even though the plot of this section is getting away from me.

    I had an outline for this part, I swear. But that outline’s nearly a year old now. The characters have shifted, both in my head and on the page.

    As a result, they’re doing and saying things that are blowing holes in my outline large enough for the Ever Given to sail through. A single representative of a merchant guild has become an entire squabbling panel. An orderly interview morphed into an impromptu witch trial. Three characters that were supposed to be at cross-purposes are now joining up to hunt dragons on the sea (!).

    I’ve managed to wing it, so far this week. But I’d like to have some time this weekend to rework my outline, and plot out the new sequence of events, given how much has changed.

    I could keep winging it, I suppose. But experience has taught me that without an outline, or some kind of guide, this first draft will end up being even rougher than normal. And it's already going to be intimidating enough to revise a novel this long. I don't want to be creating more work for myself down the line.

    So: an outline there will be, if not this weekend, then first thing next week. After all, you don't want to go sailing in search of Baltic dragons without a map!

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 10
  • Keeping Score: September 3, 2021

    Novel broke through 60,000 words this week!

    I'm back to working on it every day, so far. Picked up my brush, so to speak, and went back to filling in different pieces of the section I'm on. I'm still jumping around a lot, as different things occur to me (and as mental blocks come up for any one piece), but that's just how this book is going, I suppose.

    I am starting to get tugs to go work on other stories, though. Had solutions to two big problems with my first novel just drop into my head the other day, which made me want to pick that back up and edit it. Also there's a short story I've been noodling on for several months, that I figured out how to tell just last week.

    But I'm trying to hold to the novel for now, at least till this section of it is done. I know if I pull away for too long -- longer than two weeks, say -- the chances are I won't come back and finish.

    Which doesn't sound like me, but...it's just so dang big, this book, both in scope and in final word count, that I'm still intimidated by it. Some days I wonder if it's worth it to finish, if I have it in me to pull something like this off. Not to mention concerns with getting all these different cultures and time periods right, in terms of representation. I'm far outside my comfort zone, here, and it's hard not to look back at the cozy interiors of a smaller story and wonder if I should just go back inside.

    But not yet. I want -- I need -- to get this draft done first. I think taking breaks, to work on shorter stuff, is good, and I'll keep doing it. Work that into my mental schedule, so to speak, so that I let myself work on something else after each big chunk of the book is done.

    But I'm going to finish, even if it takes me another year to do it. After all, I've got no deadlines, no publisher waiting on this. When am I ever going to get the chance to do something this risky again?

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 3
  • Keeping Score: August 27, 2021

    Back to work this week, both day-job and writing. As expected, it's been hard to get back into the groove, for both; I arrive at the end of each work day ready not to write, but to lay down on the couch and nap. Doesn't help that I got two story rejections, one after another, this week, both stories and markets I had high hopes for.

    That knocked me sideways for a bit. I started to wonder if I should maybe switch to self-publishing, just give up on submitting to markets. Or maybe give up on publishing altogether; just write the things, share them with friends, and that's it.

    But then I read this piece by Tobias S Buckell on the SFWA blog. It's from 2013 -- a blast from a better past? -- but it hit home for me yesterday. I urge you to read the whole thing, but this is the passage that struck my heart like a bell:

    I’m thinking of this because I recently sold a short story that had been rejected 18 times before. It has been going out for 13 years, making the rounds steadily for all this time. It’s one of three stories that I haven’t trunked b/c I still like them. It still has a spark of something that keeps my belief in it alive.

    None of my stories, even the ones I've been sending out for a few years, have near that number of rejections yet. And here I am wondering if they'll ever find a home! But my despair is linked directly to my belief; they still have that "spark of something" he mentions that makes me still like them.

    So I'm going to keep sending them out. And as for the two new stories I started earlier this month: I've edited one of them, and finished the first draft of the second. They'll soon join the flock of stories winging their way onto editor's desks, looking for a home.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 27
  • Keeping Score: August 20, 2021

    Not much to update this week. I've taken the week off from writing altogether, in order to make our staycation feel more like a real vacation 😎

    Hope your own writing is going well, and that you also give yourself a break every now and then, to recharge and regroup ❤️

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 20
  • Keeping Score: August 13, 2021

    Wife and I are doing a bit of stay-cation now that she's back from Arkansas, and thank goodness. It's a chance for us to re-connect, but also relax after having to each carry a (separate) household on our own.

    And it's also a chance for me to spend a little more time writing than usual 😀

    As a result, I've drafted a new short story, gotten mid-way through a first draft of a second, and still written over 600 words on the novel. Both the stories are very short; one's 800 words -- so would qualify as flash in most markets -- and the other's currently at 1,300 words, so will likely finish around 3k. They're both a little darker than usual (maybe too dark), so I'm not certain they'd be sellable, but they've been fun to write, so 🤷‍♂️

    They've also been a nice break from the novel, which has let my brain go from "I have no idea how to write this section" to "Ok, here's the map, I'll make up the rest." I've taken the outline I wrote up last week and started filling it out, using the "dabs of paint" method that has become my go-to for this book.

    I've always heard from other authors that you have to learn to write each book anew, and in this case it's true; my only way forward has been to completely change my technique, from one where I write the whole thing through front-to-back, to one where I write little pieces as they come to me, and then slowly fill in all the gaps till everything meets up and the section is done. I end up doing more editing of the draft early on, in order to make everything line up, but doing it this way frees me from worrying too much about getting everything "right" in this first draft (which would be impossible).

    What about you? Do you find yourself radically altering your writing process for each book? Or is it more of a slow refinement over time?

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 13
  • Keeping Score: August 6, 2021

    I've not written a single word for the novel, this week.

    It's been a mad scramble to get everything lined up at work before I go on vacation for the next two weeks. Plus my wife's coming home after a month away tomorrow, so I've been getting the house back into presentable shape 😅

    So this week has been a bad one for words on the page. I haven't been entirely idle on the writing front, though. Two of the four short stories I wanted to edit are done, and I've sent them both out to different markets (one got rejected 48 hours later, so I need to send that one back out, but still). I've also stolen some time to plot out the current flashback sequence in the novel, discovering some things along the way about the main character and her experiences.

    And I've been putting together my short book reviews post for last month. Slowly. But steadily.

    I'm hoping to catch up on my actual word count today, as the first day of my PTO. If I can get my chores done first, of course 😬

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 6
  • Keeping Score: July 30, 2021

    One short story down, three to go.

    I managed to get the final edits done last weekend for one of the four short stories I'm working on. Submitted it to a market, too, who promptly rejected it three days later 😅

    So I need to send it on to the next market. And use this weekend to edit the next short story, so I can start sending it out, too.

    My goal is to get at least one done every weekend, so by the end of August I’ll have all four circulating to different markets.

    Meanwhile, I’ve been pushing the novel forward. Wrapped up the bridging chapter I’ve been working on these past few weeks, and finally started on the second of the three big flashbacks.

    The sequence of events for this flashback's still a little vague in my head. May take some time this weekend to outline it out, try to make it all clearer. Always a bit easier to get through each day’s writing when I know where I’m going!

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 30
  • Keeping Score: July 23, 2021

    Novel's hit 57,665 words!

    I've finally had a week where I've hit my word goal every day (so far). I've had to trick myself into doing it -- thinking "just write 50 words, and if that's it, that's fine" to start -- but it's worked.

    I'm wrapping up the "bridging" chapter I've been working on, one that advances the main plot while setting up the second of three flashbacks. This chapter started out as just a scattering of dialog, much of it out of order (as it turned out). Over the past few weeks I've been layering in blocking, then descriptions, then thoughts, as well as stitching the different pieces together (via more dialog, blocking, etc). I confess I wasn't sure until yesterday that I could actually get the beginning and the middle conversations to link up, but somehow it's all come together.

    At least, in a first draft sense. This whole thing might have to be trashed and re-done for the second draft, who knows? But I can't get to that second draft without finishing the first one.

    It's good that I've been hitting my word count for the novel already this week, because I need to spend the weekend working on my short stories. I did a count recently and discovered I have four that are just one more draft away from being ready to submit to magazines. Considering I currently I have nothing on submission, it's time to polish those stories up and start sending them out. Maybe rename one or two (like everything else, my first passes at titles are...terrible). And there's that previous novel sitting in the corner, waiting for its third draft.

    Too much to do. But thank goodness I don't have any hard deadlines. I'll get to the stories, and the third novel draft, and finish this current book. All in good time (but seriously I need to wrap these up so I can get to some of the new ideas I've been having...)

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 23
  • Keeping Score: July 16, 2021

    I'm back to something of a normal writing schedule, finally. I'm not always getting my writing done in the morning, like I'd prefer. Often having to squeeze it in over my lunch break, or between getting off work and cooking dinner. But I am getting it done, thank goodness.

    Weekends are still my best option, though. Having a long block of unbroken time lets me tackle things that require more focus, like editing a short story (which I got done this weekend, and started sending out to beta readers). If only weekends were longer, eh?

    The best thing that's started happening recently, though, is that I'm getting ideas again.

    Before the pandemic, I'd stumble across an idea for a story (short or novel) multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day. i'd capture it in whatever notes software I was using at the time (I've been through several, don't judge me). Starting a new project was a matter of rifling through those ideas to find the one that resonated with me the most, while telling myself I'd get to the others "someday."

    That all dried up in 2020. It's like that part of my brain went to sleep, waiting for a time when I wasn't worried about surviving the week.

    It makes sense that it would, but I missed it. Even though I thought I knew why it was gone, I wondered if it would ever come back. If I would ever be an idea-generator again.

    But thankfully, it has! Over the last week or so, I've been coming up with story ideas -- most of them novels -- every other day. Bits of dialog come to me, or a scenario that I'd thought about before suddenly clicks with something I read, and the seed of a story is made.

    Some of them are about novels I've already written. I may have mentioned the four novels I have in draft form (3 first, 1 second), a, um, embarrassing habit of mine that I intend to correct soon. I'd thought that all but the last would end up trunk novels, but lately I've been getting ideas on how to tighten up the others, things to trim and change to make them better. And you know what? I might just pull them out of the trunk after all.

    I mean, in the end it's my body of work, and I can do with it what I please, right? Maybe they won't sell, even if I edit them all, but editing them will be good practice. Especially if I do it deliberately, getting better each time. So eventually I will draft and edit a novel that'll sell.

    ...you know, if I can just find the time for all of that 😅

    Anyway, I'm happy to be generating ideas again, even if they sometimes distract me from the novel I'm currently drafting. Welcome back, formerly missing part of my brain!

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 16
  • Keeping Score: July 2, 2021

    Novel’s crossed 54,000 words!

    I’m back to writing it in a scatter-shot way. Skipping up and down a chapter, scribbling down dialog or blocking or scene descriptions as they come to me.

    The current chapter's proving particularly difficult to write in anything like a linear fashion. There's just so much for me to cover, to bridge the time between one lengthy flashback and the next. I've got to deepen the two main character's relationship, continue to express one character's coming to terms with their recent debilitating injuries, and set things up for the next bridge after the second flashback.

    It's a lot, and as a result, the draft of this chapter is a jumbled mess. I've got dialog for one line of conversation scattered across three different scenes, and none of it ties together. Yet.

    I keep telling myself the first draft is supposed to be messy, but this is just...the most confused thing I've ever written, so far. How am I going to pull together a coherent chapter from this?

    Speaking of coherence, I'm also trying to edit the short story I drafted last month. And at some point I do need to start in on a third draft of the novel I was working on most of last year. I've not yet gotten a novel through enough drafts to be ready to send it out to agents, and it's high time I finally did.

    But time...time is the problem. If I'm working on the new novel, I'm not editing the short story. If I'm editing the short story, I'm not editing the novel. And if I'm editing the previous novel, I'm not making progress on the current one.

    How can I square this circle? How can I find the time to not just work on, but finish, all these projects?

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 2
  • Keeping Score: June 25, 2021

    Screw it, I'm putting more magic in my fantasy novel.

    Up to this point I've been careful to keep it magic-lite. I wanted to make things as close to historical as possible. Did -- and continue to do -- my research, mixed in my own experiences with the locations involved, and restrained myself to just the one change (dragons!) and nothing else.

    But now, 50,000 words in, that's boring me. So I'm letting it go.

    Mind you, I’m not going all-out. I’m not suddenly dropping in some fireball-throwing wizards or wisecracking elves (though fireball-throwing, wisecracking elves does sound like my cup of tea 🤔)

    I’m taking the fantastical elements of the book, and strengthening them. Taking what had been a vague psychic connection, and making it both stronger and more specific. Like turning up a dial in the sound mix.

    That’ll give it a more prominent role in the story, and provide another tool I can use to complicate things for my characters. rubs hands together It’s going to be fun.

    What about you? Have you ever gone into a story with a set of self-imposed constraints, only to shatter them later?

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 25
  • Juneteenth 2021

    It is so sadly, quintessentially, American, for every Republican in the Senate to vote for the new federal holiday at the same time that they (and their Democratic allies) block legislation that would secure voting rights for people of color.

    And while their fellow party members at the state level move to stifle even the discussion of racism in the classroom.

    So rather than the normal Keeping Score post this week, I'm going to link to some Black authors that have inspired me. Great writers that make me want to improve my craft, to make each word sing in the minds of my readers.

    Writers like:

    • samantha irby
    • Mikki Kendall
    • Victor LaValle
    • Ta-Nehisi Coates
    • N.K. Jemisin
    → 8:00 AM, Jun 18
  • Keeping Score: June 11, 2021

    Got another short story rejection today. This one was personal, at least; not a form letter, but a description of an historical error that threw the editor out of the story.

    It hurts a little less, I guess? To know I got close enough to being accepted that the magazine's editor read the story, and rejected it themselves. But it's also frustrating, to have such high hopes for a story, only to see it constantly fail to get published.

    And now, of course, I'm diving into more historical research, and thinking of ways to fix the error they called out, while keeping the heart of the story intact. Yet another revision to make before sending it back out.

    Or perhaps it's time to let this one go. Sometimes I think I need to take these rejections less personally. To treat them as less of a challenge, and more like little slips of paper slipped under my door while I'm working. So long as I'm producing more stories to send out, does it matter that much if one of them doesn't work as well as I'd like? Or to flip it around: If I'm happy with a story, does it matter so much that any particular editor isn't?

    Of course I'm never completely happy with a story. There's always something to change, some phrase to tweak or scene to re-think.

    That's the thing: I'm always ready to revise. I crave feedback, and once I get it I honor it by making changes. But is that the best way to improve as a writer? Am I making things better, or just delaying working on something new, something to which I can apply all of my lessons learned afresh?

    What about you? When you get a rejection, does it spur you to keeping editing? Or do you march on to the next project?

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 11
  • Keeping Score: June 4, 2021

    I finished the eternal section!

    Finally laid down all the connective text it needed. Final word count: 34,089 words, for just that one part of the book (!).

    It's a huge milestone. Means not only that I can move on to the next part of the book, a shorter interlude before the next large chunk, but I'm about 1/3 of the way through the book as a whole: 49,594 words. I said this was going to be a door-stopper, right?

    I feel like I need to take a moment and look back at where I started. Not to brag, but just to survey the view from this part of the summit, so to speak. Because otherwise the moment's going to be lost, mixed in with all the others spent putting one word in front of the others, trudging up the slope.

    When I started out on this book, last November, I had a plan in a very loose sense of the word. I knew the beats I wanted to hit, and the general shape of the story, but that was it. I didn't really know who these characters were, or what could motivate them through these events. I also didn't know if I could even write this kind of historical novel, where I leap from the shores of the Baltic Sea to the Central Asian steppe and back again.

    But I have. I can. It might be junk, but the first draft of the steppe sequence is done. I conjured up a whole family from scratch! I worked out how to track a dragon across the plains. And discovered how a pre-teen could summon her inner strength to strike back at that dragon for her father's death.

    That's not nothing! Again, it's just the first draft, and I can already see that it'll need a lot of edits. But after months of grinding away at it, wondering if I'd ever see real progress, wondering if I should just stop and spend my time doing something else, I can take heart in knowing that this piece, at least, is done. And if I can finish one section, I can finish the others. One word at a time.

    So take heart, if you've been feeling like me! Like the work is never-ending. Afraid that none of it will be worthwhile.

    Because eventually you'll summit that mountain. And you'll look back at where you started, and wonder how the hell you've come so far.

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 4
  • Keeping Score: April 9, 2021

    Writing this past week has been...well, difficult is too small a word for it. When my motivation for even getting out of bed has been snuffed out, it's impossible to convince myself that the words I'm setting down are worth anything.

    And yet they must be written. Because who knows how long this funk will last, and in the meantime the novel needs to be completed. Need to get this draft done, this junk draft, so that I'll have something to edit later. Not that I'm looking forward to later, exactly, but I know it's coming.

    Thank goodness I stopped being an inspiration writer -- that is, someone who writes only when inspired to -- a good while ago. Because at the moment, inspiration isn't just hard to summon for me, it's completely gone. I'm writing like someone re-learning how to walk: laying down one word at a time, till a sentence is formed, and then moving on to the next. Word by word, line by line. Till my daily word count is reached, and I close the laptop.

    I'm not blocked. I'm not afraid of the scene I'm working on. I'm just depressed.

    I'm trying different things to lighten my mood, of course. I started walking in the mornings again, and I can now vouch for the runner's high as a way to trick my body's chemistry into lifting the sadness for a bit. It's doesn't last, but for a little while I feel...not normal, but I stop feeling like crying all the time.

    Crying is a constant danger at the moment. Anytime I'm left with my thoughts for too long, I start to tear up. Which makes writing dangerous, in a way; I've got to think to put these words together, but every time I start to imagine the scene before me, my thoughts will veer into taking an inventory of all the reasons I'm worthless and unneeded, and I break down again. I know it's my brain inventing reasons for my sadness, but still. It's surprisingly good at it!

    And trying to do the opposite -- take inventory of all the things I have to be happy about -- doesn't help, either, because it just gives me a list of reasons I'm an ungrateful wretch for daring to be sad.

    There's no winning here. There's just endurance, and a hope that it will pass. I've had dark moods before -- never this bad, but still -- and they've all come and gone like clouds in a thunderstorm. This one will, too, given time. I hope.

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 9
  • Keeping Score: March 19, 2021

    Ye gods, the Daylight Savings Time switch walloped me this week. It's like I was finally adapting to 2021 -- working on the novel, editing short stories, plotting out a new story -- and then DST yanks an hour out from under me, robbing me of just enough energy that I've been struggling just to hit my daily word count.

    I've basically been slow-motion jet-lagged all week. I really wish we would stop doing this to ourselves.

    The good news is that (thanks to beta readers) I now have not one, but two stories under submission. Just waiting for their little pink slips of rejection to come back 😅

    I kid, but really, it feels good to have them out there. Statistically, they will get rejected from each magazine I send them to, which is how I steel myself for it. But I like these stories. I believe in these stories. There's a market for them, somewhere, and the only way I can find it is by sending them out.

    Meanwhile, the novel's climbed to 36,789 words. I'm starting to connect up the snippets of dialog I've written for the ending scenes of this section, which means I'm having to actually worry about things like "How would they have treated this wound in this time period?" and "How badly injured is the protagonist, anyway?"

    I am definitely getting some of these details wrong. I do not know enough about wounds, or medical care on the Central Asian steppe in the 18th century, or early modern firearms, or...really, so much. But I know enough to write something down, something I can come back and fix later, so that's what I'm doing.

    It helps for me to think of this not as the first draft, but as the trash draft. The draft I know I'm going to mess up on, and revise extensively later. No one's going to see this draft but me. I'm going to finish it, and then do the research needed to get each section right. Hell, some of these scenes I'm flubbing might not even be needed, and so they'll get cut. Which would make taking the time to get them exactly right now a waste.

    So it's onward! Screwing up as I go, laying down the raw material I'll shape into something better via editing.

    → 8:00 AM, Mar 19
  • Short Fiction Review: Apex Magazine Issue 121

    Apex Magazine is back!

    Apex went on what looked like permanent hiatus while editor-in-chief Jason Sizemore dealt with multiple surgeries for serious health issues (see his editorial in this month's magazine). But he's thankfully recovered, and after a successful Kickstarter, he's re-assembled the Apex editing team, and resurrected the magazine!

    Issue 121, then, is their first new issue in almost two years. It's a double issue, as all of them will be from now on, released every two months. You can grab your own copy here

    So let's dive in! (no spoilers, I promise).

    Root Rot, by Fargo Tbakh

    Jesus, this story.

    Reading it is disorienting at first. There's a good reason for that, for why the narrator's voice seems jumbled and confused. But as I read, more and more pieces fell into place, until the very last scene broke my heart.

    I wish I could write something this powerful. This moving. An inspiration, and a bar to shoot for.

    Your Own Undoing, by P H Lee

    Second person, represent!

    I usually hate stories told in the second person. All those "You"s feel like commands, and I instinctually kick back against those, and out of the story.

    Not so in this case. Lee's story wove a meta fairy tale around me, a story that was itself an illustration of the conflict at its heart.

    If it sounds too clever for its own good, don't be put off. It's not. It's a fantastic story, first and foremost. It's only afterward, when thinking about it, that its clever structure reveals its shape. Just amazing.

    Love, That Hungry Thing, by Cassandra Khaw

    This one....this one did feel too clever for its own good, for me.

    Not in structure, but in the way it leans so far into the modern (well, post-2004) tendency to leave readers out on a limb. Being confused can work -- see the first story, above -- for a while, but I (being very careful here, as I know not everyone shares my tastes) tend to get very frustrated if there's no payoff at the end.

    And there's no payoff in this story, for me. In fact, there's very little action at all, or even dialog.

    A lot of beautiful description, though. Evocative words and phrases that promise glittering insight into this future, but then never cohere into a stable image. Nothing falls into place. It's an exquisitely described place, though.

    Mr Death, by Alix E Harrow

    My favorite of the bunch.

    I don't want to say too much, lest I give anything away. Let me just say that this is what I wish the movie Soul had been. Read it. You won't regret it.

    The Niddah, by Elana Gomel

    A short story about a global pandemic. Yes, really.

    Grey Skies, Red Wings, Blue Lips, Black Hearts, by Merc Fenn Wolfmoor

    Had an allergic reaction to this one. Something about another story that drops the reader into a confused space, with no explanation, and calls its main environment "The City."

    All I Want for Christmas, by Charles Payseur

    Short, powerful flash piece. Made me shudder.

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 3
  • Keeping Score: January 8, 2021

    Oof, 2021 started out well, didn't it?

    I mean even with the spike in Covid-19 patients, and the continued lies spread by the President and his allies about the election, I had a feeling on New Year's Day that we'd escaped the awfulness of 2020. That we'd turned a corner, the case numbers would be coming down soon, President Biden would be in office in just a few weeks, and we could start the work of rebuilding everything the Republican Party has destroyed over the last four years.

    Even the Georgia elections (!) gave me hope. My fellow citizens in GA turned out in such numbers that they put the two Dems over the top, putting an end to the use of the Senate as just a roadblock to legislation. Exciting times!

    And then came the coup.

    I know, I know. Attempted coup. Or riot. Maybe insurrection, if you're a journalist and you're feeling spicy.

    And suddenly all of the mental habits I'd tried to shed from 2020 were back. Reflexively checking the news every five minutes. Doomscrolling on Twitter. Cognitive dissonance from looking out my window, seeing a bright January day in SoCal, and then hearing reports of shots fired in the Capitol building.

    Texting friends living in DC, to see if they're okay during the madness.

    I called my brand-new freshman-clean House Rep yesterday, not just to urge her to impeach Trump, but also to check in and see if they were safe.

    What a country.

    Difficult to think in such times. Difficult to write.

    But so far, I've managed to do it. Each day, closed out Twitter, stared at the screen, reading over the previous days' work until I sink back into the story.

    And it is sinking. It is an escape, for me. A needed one, in this case.

    So I've pushed the novel up to 21,348 words. I'm almost done with the scenes I've been working on, patch-work-style. I move up and down the page, writing sections as they come to me, completely out of order. I leave visual gaps in-between them, extra newlines, to show that these are fragments. Then go back in and fill the gaps later, stitching together all the pieces until they read like a continuous whole.

    It's not how I've written other novels. Not even how I usually write stories, either. But it's the only thing that's working for me, right now. So I'm using it.

    Hope wherever you are, that you're safe, that you can still put yourself in the headspace to write, even if it's just a few words.

    Hang in there.

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 8
  • Keeping Score: January 1, 2021

    We made it to a new year!

    In the past, I've taken that for granted. One year rolled into the next, I got older, and the world kept turning.

    Not this year. This year, reaching January feels like an escape, like ducking under a closing door just before it seals itself shut.

    So a sincere Happy New Year to us all!

    Novel's at 19,864 words. I'm still butt in chair every morning, forcing myself to stay there until I hit my word count goal. Some mornings it's easier, some it's harder, but...I'm always making progress.

    I'm actually starting to run out of runway on the research I've already done about the setting. Which means I'm having to make more things up out of thin air, and thus getting more things wrong. I've already had to revise a few scenes based on new reading I've done. That'll happen more and more, I expect, until I can catch up.

    I know that ultimately, I'll need to do some heavy editing of this draft, once it's complete. Not just to fix some inconsistencies, but also to ensure the things that are consistent are historically accurate. Or at least, as accurate as a non-specialist like me can get them in a fictional tale.

    But since I know I'll need to do it, it doesn't scare me to get things wrong now. What's important now, I think, is to get the emotional beats of the story right. If I can nail down the characters, and how they react to the things that happen to them, I can fix the details later. Even if those details mean I need changes to the events of the plot, that's fine. So long as the emotional arc of things is right.

    That's my theory, at least.

    I want to thank those of those you who've been reading me regularly through this hell year. You give me hope that someday, these novels I grind away at will see the light of publication.

    And for my fellow writers, I offer a hope and a blessing: May your writing be a joy and comfort to you. May your inner editor take a vacation when you're drafting. And may all your tales be true.

    Onward to 2021!

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 1
  • Keeping Score: December 18, 2020

    Novel's at around 16,400 words. I haven't done today's writing session, though, so I should finish out the week closer to 17K.

    The deal is working, so far. Holding myself hostage, unable to go for my morning job or take a shower or have breakfast or anything until my writing's done for the day, has been rather effective.

    And I'm looking forward to the weekend again, when I can daydream and doodle and research and not have to worry about hitting a word count. That recharge time is proving important, for my mental health and for my writing.

    Funny, I think I started this year by throwing away word count goals and the idea of penalizing myself for not meeting them. Here I am at the end of the year, once again setting daily word count goals and forcing myself to meet them. It seems not only do different techniques work for different people, different things can work for the same person at different times.

    What about you? What previous writing habit have you brought back this year, if any? Or maybe there's an old trick you've dropped?

    → 9:00 AM, Dec 18
  • Keeping Score: December 11, 2020

    Novel crossed 15,000 words today!

    My pace has slowed since NaNoWriMo, but I'm still managing about 2,000 words a week, which is pretty good for me. Puts me on track to finish this draft sometime early next year.

    I've changed up my writing routine a bit, both to give myself more time to write, and to have a chance to recharge.

    So I've made a deal with myself: I have to write in the morning, first thing, as soon as I get up. No news, no twitter, no email. Just writing, until the day's words (at least 250) are done. I can take however long I want to set those 250 words down, but I can't do anything else until I do.

    Most days, I end up going beyond those 250. Once the pump is primed, the words keep flowing.

    In exchange for this early-morning discipline, I only have to write on week days. Monday through Friday. Saturday and Sunday are days off, now, just like they would be (I hope) if I were a full-time writer. If I did write full-time, I'd still need vacations. Still need days off. But I'd have no one to tell me when to take them, and I'd probably feel guilty if I did.

    So I've made this deal. Treat writing like job, get it done first thing in the morning, and in return, I can take the weekends off.

    Sunday was the first day I've deliberately taken off (from writing) in...months. I still did some research for the current book, digging up images and articles on Swedish manors built or renovated in the 18th century. I sketched some notes for future scenes. But I didn't write anything, didn't have to produce any words.

    It was...incredibly relaxing. It was glorious.

    And I came into Monday's writing session recharged. Ready and eager to go.

    This is the first full week I've been working under this self-made bargain. I'm looking forward to the weekend, having met my word count goal every day this week, first thing upon waking.

    What about you? Do you ever take days off from writing? Do you feel guilty when you do, and if so, how do you handle it?

    → 9:00 AM, Dec 11
  • Keeping Score: December 4, 2020

    So I didn't win NaNoWriMo this year. It wasn't even close.

    But I'm not quitting on the novel. I've come too far not to see it through.

    And NaNoWriMo has got me flexing my writing muscles again. After today's writing session, I'll have churned out almost 2,000 words in a single week. That's not novel in a month pace, sure, but it's a novel-in-a-few-months-pace, which is better than I've been able to achieve since the pandemic began.

    Even so, I still feel pressed for writing time. I want to brainstorm for a bit, every day, before working on a scene. Or after finishing a scene, reflect on what might be missing from it, what I'll need to add the next day. And that's hard to do, when I've only got thirty minutes or so free to spend on the novel.

    It's good that I've got some vacation coming up at the end of the month, then. That'll certainly give me more time in which to work.

    But I want -- I need -- to carve out more time during a regular work day. Which might mean dropping some of my other hobbies (I've been brushing up my French, and learning Swedish) in order to make that time. Or maybe I'll get up even earlier, so I can make that time at the start of the day.

    Not sure what's best. Gotta figure something out, though.

    What about you? What do you do, when you feel like you're not getting enough writing time?

    → 9:00 AM, Dec 4
  • Keeping Score: November 27, 2020

    Did I say I could write at least half a day this week, free from distraction?

    turns to self from last week: Oh my sweet summer child.

    I've been able to put in a full day of writing just once. Once

    Every other day, I've had my water shut off and construction going on in both the room right next to my temporary office (I'm currently working in the dining room) and above it. They're grinding, sawing, singing, at random intervals, throughout the day.

    It's...impossible to concentrate.

    Still, I've managed to squeeze some words out. Crossed the 11,000 word mark on the novel yesterday, which felt good.

    But I'm nowhere near close to hitting 50K by the end of the month. According to NaNoWriMo, at my current pace, I'll be lucky to finish by end of February 2021 (!).

    So while I'm bummed about not "winning" NaNoWriMo this year, I'm still glad I did it, for two reasons.

    First, because I was doing it, I was able to convince a friend to take the plunge, and try his hand at his first novel. And he's won! He's well past 50K at this point, and is on track to wrap up the first draft of his first novel. I'm jealous of his word-count, true, but I'm also overjoyed that he got it done. Can't wait to read it, when (if) he's ready for beta readers.

    Second, because the time pressure for word count did push me to stop using outlining as an excuse, and just start writing. I was terrified of getting lost, of not being able to write it if I didn't know where I was going.

    I forgot that I've written all of my other novels without an outline. All of them. Short stories, as well.

    I'm not a full-on pantser, but I do discover things while I'm writing that I don't seem to think of when simply outlining. I need a plan to get started -- characters, situation, possible ending -- but once I'm in it, the plan gets altered so much that a detailed outline would be pretty much trashed by the time I'm 5,000 words in.

    Outlining, for me, comes later. Once the first draft is done, and I've mapped out all the place I want to go, all the things about the world I want to see. Then I can pull together a detailed outline, find the weaknesses in the story, and use an updated outline to produce the second draft.

    So I've learned a bit about my own process. It takes longer, this way, I feel, but at least it happens. Better to charge ahead and produce a draft that can be edited, then to spin my wheels creating an outline that's going to get thrown out once ink hits the page.

    And what about you? If you did NaNoWriMo this year, what did it teach you about your own writing process? Do you write better in the morning or evening? Do you need to outline it, or do you need to wing it? Can you write through distractions, or do you need a calm place in which to work?

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 27
  • Keeping Score: November 20, 2020

    Slow but steady.

    I'm at a little more than 7,000 words on the new novel so far this month. Behind where I need to be to finish NaNoWriMo, but further than I was a few weeks ago. That's got to count for something, right?

    Writing during the week has been difficult. Work has been...stressful, and I've needed to come in early and stay late, just to keep up. That's obviously cut into my writing time, but it's also drained my batteries before I even have a chance to sit down at the keyboard for the day's words.

    As a result, while on the weekend I built up to around a thousand words a day, during the week I've fallen back to a few hundred. Sometimes. If I'm lucky.

    There's light at the end of this tunnel, though. I've got a week of vacation coming up. A full week, when I can write at least half the day, before house and family obligations pull me away.

    It might not be enough time, even then, for me to catch up to where I need to be to reach 50K by November 30th.

    But I'm going to try for it, nevertheless.

    Hope your own writing is going well, and if you're trying NaNoWriMo, that you're slaying each day's word count, day by day.

    Onward!

    → 5:00 PM, Nov 20
  • Keeping Score: November 13, 2020

    Work on the novel has been slow but steady this week.

    I’m not getting down more than a few hundred words a day. But I am getting them down.

    The slow pace feels like a lack of time, for me. As in, I don’t seem to have enough time to gather together my thoughts about where the story should go, and then set them down. Like I have just enough time to do one, but not the other.

    And for NaNoWriMo, I need to do both.

    Hoping to be able to make up some lost time this weekend. Wish me luck!

    → 9:01 AM, Nov 13
  • Keeping Score: November 6, 2020

    I thought writing during a pandemic was hard.

    Turns out, writing during a tight election where one of the candidates has spent the last several months shouting "Fraud!" at the top of his lungs whenever someone mentions mail-in voting (while casting his own votes via mail) is even harder.

    So I did start working on a new novel this week, for NaNoWriMo. And I have worked on it each day.

    But I've made very little progress. Only 1,424 words to date.

    I'm trying not to stress about it. I have enough to worry about already, from work happening on the house to day-job deadlines looming next week to the pandemic getting worse in my city to trying to help my wife convince her mother that no, in fact, Biden will not come personally to her house to confiscate the guns she doesn't have and disband the police department.

    It's a lot.

    But I want to tell this story. I've been thinking over these characters for a few months now, and I want to see where they go. I want to show you their world.

    I just have to build it first.

    What about you? If you're doing NaNoWriMo, how is it going?

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 6
  • Keeping Score: October 30, 2020

    So I found a cure for the distractions last week: Stop reading the news.

    I'm serious. Before last week, I'd check three different news sites in the morning, first thing, before sitting down to write. I felt informed, sure, but I also used up time in the morning that I could have spent writing.

    So now I'm...not doing that anymore. I wake up and write, for about an hour, before doing anything else.

    I still read the news, of course. I just do it after my writing is done, not before.

    And so far, it's working! I've been able to churn out anywhere from 800 to 1,200 words a day, doing things this way.

    Which is good, because NaNoWriMo starts on Sunday, and I've signed up for it again.

    I know, I know. There's too much going on. I've already got a novel I need to doing additional editing passes on. And what about that series of short stories that I wanted to do, based on those horror writing prompts?

    The thing is, I logged into my NaNoWriMo account last week, just to blow the dust off it, and I realized that every novel I've ever written started out as a NaNoWriMo project.

    Even if I didn't finish the novel during that November, I got enough of a start that I eventually finished that draft.

    So I signed up. I think the previous short story idea I had, about a woman in the eighteenth century who fights to protect an endangered species -- dragons -- has enough there to be longer than a short story. I already put off starting it once, because the more I worked on it, the longer it grew.

    Well, if I just call it a novel off the bat, the length's fine, isn't it?

    As training, I'm working through Lisa Cron's Story Genius. It's got a series of exercises for drilling into the bedrock of your story and figuring out what really makes it tick, so (presumably) writing the novel itself becomes easier. For example, writing a full scene from your main character's past that shows the origin of the internal issue they're going to work through (in the course of the novel).

    I'm doing it for the horror short story, for now, not the novel (not yet). First because, well, doing it on the novel would be cheating. Second because I've not used this book before, so I wanted to try it out on something small to see if it works for me. And third, because I was kind of flailing on the short story. I hoped some structure would push me forward.

    And it has, so far. As I mentioned, I've been churning out backstory scenes, working through my main character's personal issues so I know just what situation will push them out of their comfort zone (and into the plot).

    I'm hoping to have enough worked through before Sunday that I can at least write a first draft of the story, and get it out of the way before I need to focus on the novel.

    But if not...Oof. I'm not sure what I'll do. Start the novel, I suppose, in order to keep up with the NaNoWriMo pace? And pick up the short story on the other side, in December.

    If any of you are doing NaNoWriMo this year, look me up! My user name's mindbat , let's be writing buddies, and help keep each other's spirits up!

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 30
  • Keeping Score: October 23, 2020

    Distractions piling up this week.

    First, there's the upcoming election, which has my stomach in knots. We need to kick out the current regime in the US, but even if voted out, will they go? Even if they leave, what will they destroy on their way out?

    Second, we're having some work on the main bathroom in the house. Which has meant days where the water's shut off. Days where the workers pounding on the floor right above my makeshift office feels like they're hammering directly into my skull.

    Third, the short stories I've been sending out, including the one that I feel is the best thing I've written to date, are getting rejected, one by one. I know I'm not supposed to take that personally, but they make me question myself.

    I mean, what am I doing, really? Building a writing career out of fifteen minutes here, thirty minutes there? Who am I fooling?

    The writers whose stories I know, the ones that have made it, all have spent more time on it. More time writing, more time editing, more...time, in general. I don't know if it's a constant source of tension with their families, but...I can't take that kind of time.

    So I'm down and doubting, dear reader. Unsure of myself, and this thing that I'm doing.

    I don't want to quit, but...if all my writing has is a weird half-life, scraped together from minutes in the day, is it something I'll ever be good enough at? And if all I'm doing is doodling on scraps of paper that might end up on the fridge if I'm lucky, why am I doing it?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 23
  • Keeping Score: October 16, 2020

    Did I say five new flash stories last week?

    At my current pace, I'll be lucky to finish one.

    Apparently, I forgot how hard a first draft can be.

    I am working on one, though. It's a sweet little story about a group of kids who turn cannibal.

    ...did I not mention it was horror?

    I'm sketching it out, 100 words at a time. I say sketching because I'm writing it in patches, jumping from place to place in the narrative instead of writing it straight through. It's a way for me to get past any block I have writing a certain section. I can skip ahead, or go back to a previous scene, and come back to the part that's giving me trouble later.

    It's working, because I'm already eight hundred words in. That also means this is likely not going to be a flash piece, unless I trim it way down after. Which is fine, but once again shows I'm not a great judge of how big the story will be based on the idea I have. Maybe that's something that will develop over time, as I write more pieces of various sizes?

    Meanwhile, the novel's heading out to beta readers. And I've got some time now to pay attention to where my short stories are going, and start submitting them again.

    Which means I'll start getting rejections rolling in again. Each one still stings, but...really, there's no other choice. Write, Finish, Submit: The last step there is as crucial as the others.

    Hope where-ever you are, you're able to keep writing, eight months into this pandemic. Using whatever tricks you can to keep your creativity alive.

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 16
  • Keeping Score: October 9, 2020

    It’s done! The edits are done!

    Well, this round of edits, anyway...There’ll be more, down the line.

    But the third draft of the novel is finished!

    This is the first draft that I feel can be seen, so I’m sending it out to beta readers, hoping to get some good (meaning: useful and thorough, not merely positive) feedback.

    I’ll also need to send it to sensitivity readers, because some of the characters are from ethnic groups outside my own. I think I’ve done them justice, but I know I’m not the best judge of that. So I’ll ask some friends of mine to be additional readers, letting me know if I’ve messed anything up.

    While I wait (and lean into my reading, to unwind a bit), I'm going to work on a short story or three.

    Or five.

    I found a horror anthology that’s accepting flash fiction on five different subjects through December. The topics are broad enough that I’ve brainstormed a few different story ideas for each.

    Since they’re flash pieces, I thought I’d write one up for each topic, and submit them all (which they allow). Five little stories for my brain to chew on while I take a break between editing passes.

    What about you? What do you do, between revisions of a longer work? Or do you take any sort of breathing room between them, at all?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 9
  • Keeping Score: October 2, 2020

    I've been having incredibly vivid dreams.

    Dreams that fade from memory when I wake up.

    Parts of them linger, though. An accusation that was hurled at me. A song someone else was singing.

    I think it means my unconscious mind is...bored? I haven't worked on anything new in a while, since I decided to focus on the novel edits. And as I near the end of the novel, those edits are becoming more re-phrasing and less re-writing. Less work for my imagination to do.

    So I wonder if that's why my dreams have suddenly become full-color 3D rousing soundtrack level productions. It's my unconscious saying "give me something new to work on!" while I keep saying "not yet."

    Because I do lean on my unconscious mind a lot when writing. Drafting or outlining, I'll often hit a wall, a place in the story where I'm not sure where to go, and I'll stop there for the day. Literally sleep on the problem, and come back the next day.

    Usually, by the time I return to the work, I've got a solution. My unconscious has chewed on the problem all night, and delivers it up to me when I need it.

    After...well, years...of working together like that, I'm wondering if my unconscious misses it. Even in the midst of a pandemic, even when I think (consciously) that I can't work on two things at once, it's saying "let's give it a shot."

    So I guess I will! I'll pick up the new story again, wrap up its outline, and start drafting.

    Or maybe even just dive into the drafting part, who knows? The outline's mostly done, and it's the writing itself that works out my unconscious the most.

    What about you? Do you rely on your unconscious mind for help in your writing? Has it ever sent you a message, like it seems to be doing to me?

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 2
  • Keeping Score: September 25, 2020

    I can't believe Breonna Taylor's killers are going to walk free.

    I mean, I can believe it, in the sense that racism is real and cops are killers and they're killers because they kill and get away with it in this country.

    But it's just...hard to grasp that after all we've been through, these United States, in 2020, a group of people could decide it's just fine to charge into the home of one of their fellow citizens and murder them, so long as the murderers are wearing badges.

    It's also hard for me to wrap my head around the President of the United States saying for months that the only election he could lose is a fraudulent one, and there's no howls of indignation from his side of the aisle. No Senators lining up to condemn his words and ask that the House open a new impeachment investigation.

    Nothing. Not a fucking peep.

    Meanwhile in my state, in supposedly progressive California, we still use inmates as firefighters, paying them perhaps a dollar a day, which is slave labor by any other name. And once they've served their time, if they happened to have been born somewhere else, we hand them over to ICE for deportation.

    Oh, and there's still a pandemic on, so walking around outside to enjoy the air newly-cleared of smoke and ash means constantly dodging people who aren't wearing masks.

    So it's all I can do right now, when I'm not doomscrolling, to keep editing the novel. One chapter at a time.

    I feel like I should be making more progress. Editing more than one chapter a day. Maybe even racing to the finish line.

    Or picking up the story I was outlining a few months ago, and starting to actually put words to paper.

    But I can't.

    I just...can't.

    The writing spirit is very willing, but the writing flesh, the meaty brain and hands that would summon words from the void, are quite busy right now.

    So I press on, one chapter at a time. I'm not stopping, but I'm not able to move any faster right now.

    Because this book's become even more important to me, lately.

    It's about prisons. It's about all the different kinds of people that get locked up, and why. It's about exploitation, and greed, and how it's all kept going by the people that look the other way. The ones that hold their noses so they can benefit.

    It's also about forgiveness, and change. About making yourself vulnerable again, after holding onto a hurt for so long.

    I want to finish it. I need to finish, to have this story told. To share it.

    There's not much else I can do, so I'm doing this.

    Voting. Donating. Speaking up.

    And writing.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 25
  • Keeping Score: September 18, 2020

    I'm turning the editing corner, into the final third of the book.

    I'm a little nervous about this section. The middle edits were smooth sailing, but the closer I get to the end, the more things need to line up perfectly. I need to make sure threads are getting wrapped up, that I haven't skipped any scenes, that everything makes sense.

    I need to keep the whole novel in my head at this point, basically, in order to keep it all consistent through the end.

    And the end, of course, is the most complicated part of the book. It's where the main conflict gets resolved, via multiple timelines and a perspective shift.

    I hope it works. I hope I can hold it all together.

    Because if I can, if I do, then this round of edits will be finished. And I can start sending it out to beta readers, to finally get feedback from another pair of eyeballs than mine.

    And maybe, just maybe, have their reviews back in time to make final adjustments, and have it ready to send to agents by the end of the year.

    It is...a tight deadline. But we live in hope, don't we?

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 18
  • Keeping Score: September 11, 2020

    It struck me this morning that the pace at which I come up with new story ideas has slowed down.

    Time was I couldn't go a day without being struck by some story idea, and having to write it down.

    These days, I feel like all of my ideas are about the book or the story I'm currently working on. Nothing new, no bolts of lightning, just new ways of looking at the characters or the situation I'm already creating.

    And that made me nervous. Like, what if the well's run dry? What if once I finish these stories, that's it? Nothing else comes?

    To banish those thoughts, I remind myself of two things.

    First, it's a pandemic. Not to mention my state is currently on fire (the evidence of which is clearly visible in the sky outside my window). I'm allowed to feel a bit more stressed, and that means my brain isn't functioning at 100%.

    Second, it's okay to not be constantly throwing out new ideas. In fact, it's a good thing. Plowing my creative energy into what I'm working on, rather than dreaming up new work to take on, is exactly what I should be doing. The fact that my brain doesn't feel the need to go wandering for a new story to work on means this story's interesting and deep enough to keep it occupied.

    It's a positive sign, not a negative one. And it should be embraced.

    As for the novel itself, work continues. I'm still going through a chapter a day, giving myself the time to really look at each scene and fix the things that need fixing. A line of dialog that doesn't work. Some blocking that no longer makes sense.

    Okay, not everything. Some things I'm leaving for another pass.

    Like in the last chapter I edited, there's a shift in one character's dialog. They go from speaking somewhat formal English to a less-formal syntax. It's subtle, and it still sounds like the character, but it's there.

    I like the shift, and I think it's appropriate for the situation in that chapter. But in order to keep it, I need to go through and make sure that shift happens every time that situation comes up, so it feels deliberate, and not like a mistake.

    Alternatively, I could go through and make the character's dialog pattern the same everywhere. That might be easier, but I think there's something that will be lost if I do that. There's information encoded in the way they shift their speech according to who they're speaking to, and I'd hate to lose that.

    So yes, even as I go through this pass, I know I'm going to need to do another. But that next pass will be more focused, and thus faster, than this one. At least, that's the intent.

    What about you? When you do your editing, do you tackle everything in each pass? Or do you break it up into different read-throughs?

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 11
  • The Red Tent, by Anita Diamant

    I'm ashamed to say I'm not sure I knew Dinah's name, before reading this.

    I knew parts of her story, from my youth, when I heard the Bible tale. How the sons of Jacob tricked every adult male in a town to become circumcised, just so their king's son could be granted the privilege of marrying Jacob's daughter.

    How they then slaughtered the town while the men were laid up healing.

    In church, the story's presented as a righteous thing, a sign of their cleverness. How they could outsmart their enemies.

    No one said anything about Dinah. How she might have felt about things. Or about the wives and daughters of the murdered men. They were background characters, unimportant to the morality of the tale.

    So how amazing, then, that Diamant has put Dinah front and center. Breathed life into her, filling in her story and giving us a complete account of her journey. Of her mistakes and triumphs. Of her hopes and fears.

    It's an incredible feat to pull off. And Diamant covers not just Dinah's life, but her mothers' lives, too, starting from the moment they met Jacob, so we get the fullest picture possible of Dinah's situation, of her time and place.

    She gives us a sense of the rhythms of their existence, both day-to-day and year to year, without ever getting bogged down in too many details (or leaving things so vague as to be unhelpful).

    And what rhythms! Diamant invokes the feel of the ancient world, the sounds and the smells, the hassles and the joys. And it's a woman's world that she brings to life, the rituals of childbirth and the red tent, the offerings to multiple gods, the hard work of cooking and farming and making, well, everything. T

    he men are present, but it's not their story. It's not their world.

    Diamant's succeeded so well in showing us this world, in fact, that it's her story, Dinah's story, that I remember more vividly now, not the ones about her brothers. Which feels...proper. The way it should be.

    Better to remember the healer and midwife, perhaps, than the tricksters and killers.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 7
  • Keeping Score: September 4, 2020

    Is it bad to enjoy reading your own book?

    I'm still working on the novel, still plugging away at editing one chapter a day. It's about all I can do, given my schedule constraints.

    And so far, it's...not that bad?

    I mean, I'm probably filling in gaps that are there because I know the characters, I know the setting. But I was trying to write the equivalent of an action movie, and while I think I failed at that (there's not nearly enough stunts or fights in it to qualify), I think I did manage to produce a fast-paced, sci-fi, thriller.

    Each of the chapters are short -- the longest is maybe ten pages -- which makes them easier to edit, but also easier to read.

    And I've kept the language pretty tight, as well. Not always tight enough, hence the need for edits. And sometimes I wander off into describing a character's thoughts from the outside, inside of rendering them from the inside (it's a shift in point of view that I'm still learning how to handle properly). But overall, each scene starts, flows, and then ends without a lot of fat to trim.

    Which worries me, of course. What am I missing? What am I not seeing, that I need to fix?

    It reminds me of something the write C Robert Cargill tweets about a lot: That when you look at your work, and hate it, part of it is because of the difference between your skills and your taste. Your taste is likely far more sophisticated than your skills, starting out. You enjoy reading writers far better than you. And that's good! Your sophisticated taste is what lets you see the problems in your own work, which you can then fix.

    So I have to wonder: Has my taste declined? Have I been slacking in feeding it new works, so I can be critical of my own?

    Or am I just still too close to this book?

    Either way, I'm not upset at these chapters. They're not so horrible that I wouldn't want to show them to someone else.

    Which perhaps is good? And maybe the point of doing all these editing passes and rewrites. To get the book to a point where I think it's ready to be seen by other people.

    Flawed still, probably, yes. But good enough to go out to beta readers, and eventually (after more edits) agents. That should be the goal, right?

    And if I'm getting there, I should feel good about it. Not dread.

    Note to self: Stop feeling dread.

    → 8:00 AM, Sep 4
  • Keeping Score: August 28, 2020

    Made it through the intro chapters of the novel!

    I'm past the inciting event now, and heading into the chapters of the long middle.

    Most of the edits for these chapters, so far, have been small things. Removing some extra words here, adjusting the blocking of some characters there. I'm editing more to make things consistent than anything else. Haven't had to knocks wood do any major re-working of these.

    And thank goodness, because just as I turned the corner of the inciting event, I started to only have fifteen minutes a day to work on it.

    It's stress, more than anything else, but I've had some schedule shifts as well that have thrown me off. Made it hard to concentrate, to sink into the novel and see what's missing with what I've written.

    But the only way out is through, right? So I'm chugging along, working on it when I can, and trying to be patient. The work stress will pass, my schedule will get sorted, and I'll get back to spending more time on it each day.

    That's the hope, anyway.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 28
  • Keeping Score: August 21, 2020

    I seem to always discover new things about the story while I'm writing it.

    It shouldn't surprise me anymore, but it does. Somehow, no matter how much time I spend thinking about and planning a scene, simply by writing it out, my brain will come up with new ideas and connections to other parts of the story.

    It's all good stuff, and I'm grateful, but it'd be a touch more convenient if I could think of these things while I'm outlining. That way, I wouldn't have to go back and revise other parts of the book to match the new things I've come up with while writing a scene.

    Don't get me wrong: the fact that I can come up with anything at all, instead of just staring at the screen like a deer caught in a truck's headlights, is fantastic.

    It's also just a tad bit annoying, sometimes.

    Which is to say: I’m making progress on the novel edits.

    Looping, patchwork, scattered progress, but progress all the same.

    Right now I’m trying to nail down the intro chapters, the first five or so. I want them to do quite a lot: Introduce the main character, and their (normal-day) problems, lay the ground work for a mystery that pops up later, orient the reader in the setting, introduce some antagonists, and make all that interesting enough so the inciting incident is worth sticking around for.

    Oh, and they’ve also got to setup the stakes for the inciting incident, have the incident itself, and then pave the way for those consequences to play out.

    It’s a heavy responsibility for those first chapters to carry. And before I started making these changes, they weren't quite up to it.

    But I think they can be! So long as I make the right changes.

    So that's what I've been working on this week, and will likely keep working on into next week.

    I feel a bit like a director on a movie, making changes to the set design between each take (and also changing the script. and the blocking. the actors hate me). I go in and add a machine there, change the readout on a display there, redirect the lighting over there, and then let the scene play out again. Or scratch a scene entirely and replace it with something new, in a new location.

    It's slow going, but it's fun! Kind of. Makes me grateful no one's had to read the earlier drafts. This one's going to be bad enough.

    → 8:30 AM, Aug 21
  • Keeping Score: August 14, 2020

    I'm rather upset with past me.

    Finally dove into editing the novel this week. Stopped procrastinating and worrying about the right way to do it, and just started doing it. Figured I'd look for inconsistencies, and touch up language or dialog along the way.

    And at first it worked! I chugged along, making small changes, trimming sentences here and there, for four whole chapters.

    But then I noticed something: The chapters I'd written (and edited, now for the third time) were all too short.

    I'd left out physical descriptions of the characters, so the reader had no guidance on what they looked like.

    I'd left out descriptions of the locations they were moving through, so the reader had no way to orient themselves in space.

    And I'd left out any discussion of how the characters should react to a crisis, so the reader had no idea of the alternatives, or how bad the crisis really was.

    I could tell all this, for the first time, because the reader was me.

    I don't mean that I was literally lost in my own novel. Thank goodness, no, I still knew where everything was, and what everything looks like.

    But I'd had enough time off from the book to approach it like a reader. And I've recently read some books that had a quick pace and an interesting plot but never gave me enough time to get oriented in the world, so I always felt a little confused.

    Both things that let me recognize it when it started happening in my own book.

    So this editing pass -- draft number three, for those keeping score at home -- is turning out to be a "filling in the gaps" pass. Expanding conversations so each character's whole train of thought is present (or at least enough for the reader to make the tiny leaps required). Spending more time in a space before the plot pushes us out of it, so I can give the reader something to visualize.

    Thankfully I've been thinking about all of these things for two years now (or three? is it three years?) so I can fill in the gaps when I spot them. But even as I fill in the gaps, I know I'm creating more work for myself. Because each of those filled gaps is now a first draft, and will need to be revised again (and again) before it's ready to go out.

    So thanks, past me. You keep the plot humming along, but you forgot to lay down all the sign posts along the way.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 14
  • Keeping Score: August 7, 2020

    I need to get back to working on the novel.

    I've let it sit these past few weeks, untouched, while I finished getting one short story into shape and started plotting a new one.

    But if I'm going to meet my personal deadline of having the novel ready to submit to agents by December 1st, I'm going to need to edit this second draft.

    To be honest, I'm intimidated. I've never edited anything this long before.

    How do I even do it? Read it all through, and then go back and edit passages? That sounds...like it'll take forever.

    Or do I work chapter by chapter, editing each one until it's done, and then moving on? That sounds like an easy way to lose sight of inconsistencies (or to having to go back and edit previous chapters anyway, as inconsistencies show up).

    I think what I'm going to do is a series of editing passes. Pick one thing to look for -- like the consistency of a single character's dialog -- and edit all instances of that. Then pick something else -- the descriptions of a ship, say -- and edit all of those.

    I'm hoping this will give me a structure in which to do multiple reads over the book, without getting lost in the weeds of any individual chapter. And it should broaden my perspective so I can stitch the book together, so to speak, with these edits. Make it more coherent, more whole.

    But what do I do with the short story I've been outlining? I don't want to lose momentum on that. And I worry that the novel, once I start editing it, will take up all the room in my brain for narrative.

    I want to work on both. Use the story as a break from the novel, and use the novel as a break from the story. They're different enough -- one's near-future sci-fi, the other is early modern period fantasy -- that I should be able to keep them separate in my head. And editing is different enough from drafting that I'll be exercising different writing muscles with each.

    What about you? What do you do, when you've got a longer piece to edit and a shorter one to draft? Do you alternate working days? Finish the shorter piece before editing the longer? How do you handle two stories that both need your attention?

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 7
  • Keeping Score: July 31, 2020

    I feel like I'm telling this story to myself, over and over again, with each outline. New details get filled in, new connections appear, with each telling.

    And each day I get up and tell it to myself another time, adding more pieces.

    I so much want to just write, just set the words down on the page and let them fall where they may.

    But then I'll be plotting out the second third of the story, and I'll have an idea that ripples all the way back to the beginning. And it makes me glad I haven't started writing anything more than snippets of dialog just yet. Because all of those snippets will likely need to change.

    This story...It's more complicated than other short stories I've written. Less straightforward.

    It's a five-part structure. One part setup, followed by three parts flashbacks (taking place over years and across continents), followed by a climax. And it all needs to hang together like a coherent whole, present flowing to flashbacks and then returning to the present.

    I'm not sure I can pull it off, to be honest. I'll have to do a good bit of research for each flashback, just to ground them in reality. Then there's the problem of each flashback needing to be its own story, complete with character arc, while feeding into the larger narrative.

    It's like writing four stories at once, really, with them nested inside each other.

    Will it all make sense, in the end? Will the flashbacks prove to be too long, and need culling? Will my framing device be so transparent that it's boring? Will the conclusion be a big enough payoff?

    Who knows?

    All I can do is tell myself the story, piece by piece, over and over again, until I can see it all clearly.

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 31
  • Keeping Score: July 24, 2020

    I've never written a short-story this way before.

    I'm coming at it more like a novel. I'm outlining, then researching things like character names and historical towns to model the setting off of, then revising the outline, rinse, repeat.

    So I've written very little of it, so far. And what I have written -- snippets of dialog and description -- might get thrown out later, as the outline changes.

    I'm not sure it's better, this way. I feel frustrated at times, like I want to just write the thing and get it over with.

    But I know -- well, I feel -- that that will result in a story that's not as good as it could have been. Like eating grapes before they've ripened on the vine.

    And I do keep coming up with more connections between the various pieces of the story, more ways to tie it all together. Each one is an improvement. Each one makes the story stronger.

    Perhaps that's how I'll know when to stop outlining, and start writing? When I literally can't think of any way to make the story itself better?

    How about you? How do you know when it's time to write a story, and when it needs to sit in your mind a little while longer?

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 24
  • Keeping Score: July 17, 2020

    Started drafting a new short story this week.

    I'm taking a different approach, this time. For short stories, I usually just sit down and write it out, all in one go. At least for the first draft.

    For this story, I'm doing a mix of outlining and writing. I jot down lines of dialog as they come to me, or -- in one case -- the whole opening scene came in flash, so I typed it up.

    But the majority of the story is still vague to me, so I'm trying to fill it in via brainstorming and daydreaming. Sketching a map of where it’s taking place, thinking through why the town it’s set in exists, what it’s known for. Drafting histories for the main characters.

    It’s fun, so it’s also hard to convince myself that it’s work. Necessary work, at that.

    Because my guilty writer conscience wants to see words on the page. No matter that I’m not ready, the ideas only half-formed. For it, it’s sentences or nothing.

    So I’m pushing back by reading a book specifically about short story techniques, using the authority of another writer to argue (with my guilt) that it’s okay to pause and think. That progress can mean no words save a character bio. That every story needs a good foundation, and that’s what I’m trying to build.

    It’s working, so far. My guilt does listen, just not always to me.

    What about you? How do you balance the need to feel productive with the background work that every story requires?

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 17
  • Keeping Score: July 10, 2020

    Missed last week's Keeping Score, but for a good reason: I was wrapping up the second draft of the novel!

    I set down the final words in the last chapter later that weekend. It's done!

    Or rather, the current draft is done. I've still got some editing passes to do: for consistency, for character dialog, for general polish.

    But this draft, which started out as minor edits and grew to become pretty much a rewrite, is finished. As part of that rewrite, it's grown, from 70K to 80K.

    Ditto the rewrite I was doing for the short story, which I also wrapped up last week. The story's grown from a 3,000-word piece to something north of 8,000 words! Some of those might get cut away in editing, but it'll still end up more than twice as long as it was before. I had no idea there was so much story left to tell with that one, until I tried to tell it.

    With two project drafts done, I've mostly taken this week off. I need the space for the novel to cool off so I can approach the edits with an objective eye. I might leave that one untouched for a month or so, just to get some distance.

    For the short story, I think I'll start editing it this week. At least an initial pass for consistency and word choice, before sending it off to beta readers. Once I get their feedback, I'll make further edits, to get it into shape for submission.

    Meanwhile, I've started brainstorming a short story idea I had a while back. Everything's still vague now, but it's about dragons, and mentors, and loss. I'm excited to see how it shapes up!

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 10
  • Keeping Score: June 26, 2020

    It's been a struggle to write this week.

    My uncle -- who because of age and circumstances was more like my grandfather, so I called him Pop -- died on Father's Day. And I've been living and working under a shadow ever since.

    Hard enough to lose him. Harder still, because I couldn't make the trip out to Texas for his funeral, because of the pandemic.

    He's gone, but I didn't get to say goodbye.

    So I've been soldiering on. Writing a paragraph or two, at least, every day.

    But each word is a struggle. And if I stop and think about anything for too long, my mind drifts back to losing Pop, and I come undone for a while.

    Stay safe out there, folks. Wear your masks. Wash your hands.

    Write what you can, when you can.

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 26
  • Keeping Score: June 12, 2020

    This week, I've been chasing the dragon of a finished draft.

    I'm so close to being done with the short story revisions that I've been working on them every day, instead of alternating with the novel. It's like at a certain point, I can only hold one or the other in my head, and I've been holding the short story.

    I'm still following the one-inch-frame method, jumping from scene to scene and writing a few paragraphs here, a page there, then coming back and joining them up later.

    It feels like a cheat, sometimes, like I'm putting off doing my homework and playing video games instead. And I suppose I am, in a way, holding off from writing the parts that feel difficult in the moment and writing the ones that come easily.

    But so far, I always end up coming back to the hard stuff, and finding that either a) It doesn't seem hard anymore, or b) It's not even needed.

    The latter still worries me. How could this piece that I thought was essential not even need to be written? Am I not just procrastinating on my homework, but refusing to do it altogether?

    I try to reassure myself with the knowledge that this is just a draft, one of many, and everything can be revised later. Nothing is permanent.

    So here's hoping I can wrap up this draft over the weekend, and then push through the last scenes of the novel! Would be nice to end June with two projects completely drafted, ready to sit on the back-burner for a bit so I can come back and revise them properly.

    How about you? When you're closing in on a finished draft, do you find you have little room in your head for anything else?

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 12
  • Keeping Score: June 5, 2020

    How does one write, in times like these?

    I feel guilty for not being at the protests (my wife and I are both at high-risk for covid-19). For not being and doing more, both now and in the past.

    I can make changes going forward. Donate to Black Lives Matter and to Bailout Funds. Push locally for police reform. Vote for candidates that will hold our police accountable.

    But where does writing fit into that? How can I justify spending time...just, writing stories?

    Because I have kept writing, even as the police have tear-gassed my old neighborhood. As helicopters fly overhead, towards the next showdown between the people and the "heroes" that are supposed to keep them safe.

    On the one hand, I write because writing is my escape. A way for me to tune out the world for a bit, and come back to it ready to rejoin the struggle.

    On the other hand, I write because writing is a form of activism.

    When we read, we can enter the mind of a character completely. See the world entirely through their lives. Cry with them, when the world throws them down. Shout with joy when they triumph over those who would hold them back.

    We can build empathy with people and situations we never thought we could. We can also see the dark sides of our own selves, when thoughts and habits of our own are cast in a different light, or shown to us from someone else's perspective.

    So I write to escape, yes. But also to create something that can change someone's mind.

    It's not as fast as signing a petition, true. Or joining a protest. Or calling a government official pressuring them to be better. Which is why I will continue to do all those other things.

    But I will also write.

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 5
  • Keeping Score: May 29, 2020

    Earlier this week, I was on a Zoom call with some fellow writers. We were discussing how our writing output was doing during the pandemic: whether it was fine or (for most of us) had gone down.

    And I realized: I've basically retooled my entire process during these last few months.

    I used to write mostly on evenings and weekends, but now I do it in the morning, before the day even starts.

    I used to write in blocks of a few hours at a time.

    Now I do it in short thirty-minute bites.

    I used to write a scene or a story straight through, from start to finish.

    Now I jump around, filling in sections a little bit at a time, and then join them up later.

    And the biggest change of all: I used to mostly pants my stories, but now I'm doing a lot of plotting and outlining before I set anything down.

    Will it last once we're able to leave our homes safely? Who knows?

    I might go back to the old way of writing. I might never be able to write that way again.

    But it amazes me all the same, that little by little, my process has changed so much, in so short a time.

    What about you? Has your process stayed the same through the pandemic? Or have you had to re-learn how to make your art, in order to keep working?

    → 8:00 AM, May 29
  • Keeping Score: May 22, 2020

    After two good weeks in a row, it was time for a rough one.

    Had to shift my schedule up by three hours this week, for work. Well, I say shift my schedule, but...there's no way I'm going through my normal morning routine (writing, walking) at 4:30 in the morning.

    So it's more like I abandoned my schedule, and then jet-lagged myself (while staying at home!).

    As you can imagine, my writing output has suffered.

    But it hasn't ground to a halt! I've managed to keep the writing streak alive, carving out time after work (thank the gods for afternoon naps) to make progress on both the novel and the short story, again on altering days.

    Not always much progress, mind you. Several days "just get one sentence down" wasn't just a trick to get me to write, it was all I could get down.

    But I did it, and I'm through to the other side, and can catch-up on sleep and (writing) work this weekend.

    And reading. Surprisingly hard to read when your body is in the wrong timezone.

    What about you? Have you settled into a new routine, and managed to keep with it? Or have the re-openings, patchwork as they are, disrupted the schedule you built during lockdown?

    → 8:00 AM, May 22
  • Keeping Score: May 15, 2020

    Current writing streak: 64 days.

    Finally reached the part of the novel where I'm back to editing, instead of writing new chapters. It's made things easier going, on that front. Less intimidating to sit down with words already on the page, and know I've just got to make them consistent with everything else.

    There's a few chapters at the very end where I'll need to be drafting from scratch again, but for now, at least, it's smoother sailing.

    Of course, this won't be the end of my editing passes. I'll need to do at least one more of what I'm thinking of as "consistency passes" to check all the new material against what's already there. Then I'm planning on doing a dialog pass for each main character, to ensure they speak consistently throughout. Finally I'll do a phrase and copy-editing pass, looking for awkward wording or cliché description.

    So still plenty to do.

    I've also continued to work on the short story on alternate days this week. I wasn't sure I was ready to start writing the new section of that work, to be honest, but by focusing on just one little detail at a time -- Anne Lamott's one-inch frame technique -- I've managed to add ~1,000 words to the draft. If I keep this up, I might actually have the draft done (and ready to set aside, for later editing) next week.

    Which would be...amazing. I wasn't sure I could ever get back to some sort of functioning writing schedule during the pandemic. Or get back to writing more than just a sentence or two a day. But something's happened recently, like a mental fog has lifted. I'm able to brainstorm again, and hold both of these storylines (the story and the novel) in my head again, and write a page a day again.

    It may not last. I'm going to appreciate it while it does, though. I know not everyone has been as relatively fortunate as I have through this pandemic.

    So I'm grateful, for the work I can do, while I can do it.

    How about you? Have you felt like you've turned a corner lately? Or are things still too much in the air for your writing brain to settle into some kind of routine?

    → 8:00 AM, May 15
  • Keeping Score: May 8, 2020

    The streak's alive! I've managed at least 30 minutes of writing for 57 days straight now.

    Alternating the days I work on the novel with the days I work on the short story seems to help, too.

    I've even started tracking my daily word count again, when working on the novel. I don't let myself stop writing until I hit 250 words.

    As a result, I've made notable progress on it. Finished three new chapters, and I'm ready to start editing down the next few.

    And for the short story, I'm gathering notes on my research and getting plot points nailed down. This weekend (or early next week) I think I'll be ready to start writing some dialog, and then gradually fill in the rest.

    Oh, and I have three other pieces submitted to paying markets. Keeping in the habit of sending them right back out a few days after a rejection comes in.

    So this week has been good, relatively speaking. Still not operating at 100%, creatively, but I'm finding a new normal, a new pace of working to make a habit.

    What about you?

    → 8:00 AM, May 8
  • First Story Published in Latest Galaxy's Edge Magazine!

    It's here! The new issue of Galaxy's Edge is out, and along with stories by Joe Halderman and Robert J Sawyer, it has my very first short story sale: "Wishr"!

    It's been a long road for this story. I wrote the first draft in September of 2016 (!). Since then it's been through five major revisions, and multiple edits on top of that.

    Several of those were prompted by early rejections. I'd submit it, get a rejection, revise the story, get beta reader feedback, and send it back out. Over and over and over again.

    A slow process, but a necessary one. I'm proud of the story that's resulted, and very proud to be a part of Galaxy's Edge magazine, which was edited by Mike Resnick until his passing early this year.

    Many thanks and congratulations to both the editor, Lezli Robyn, and the publisher, Shahid Mahmud, for keeping the magazine going, and his legacy alive.

    So check out the new issue, and let me know what you think of the story!

    → 8:00 AM, May 4
  • Keeping Score: May 1, 2020

    Current writing streak: 50 days.

    50 days! That's 50 consecutive days of working, bit by bit, on the novel, several short stories, and essays for the blog.

    50 days of laying bricks, one at a time. Of sending out stories and getting rejections. Of wrestling with file formats, and Scrivener settings, all to conform to the particular submission guidelines of each market (sometimes "always follow the directions" is hard advice to hold to).

    50 days of shoving the pandemic out of my mind for at least thirty minutes, each day, to go visit somewhere else in my imagination. A dearly needed mental vacation.

    So, what's new this week?

    I've taken up the habit of alternating days in which I'm working on the novel with days where I work on something else. It's a way of giving me a break from the general slog of the book without going too long without thinking about it. And it lets me make progress on some other projects.

    Like the short story I started submitting to markets...two weeks ago? One of the rejections I got resonated with me. It took a while, but eventually that resonation joined up with some things my beta readers said, and crystallized this week into me thinking up a different ending for it.

    The new ending changes the meaning of the piece. Shifts its emphasis. But I think it's stronger, and more cohesive with the rest of the story. And it adds a little bit of just desserts for one of the characters.

    So I'm going to give it a shot.

    I say "give it a shot" quite deliberately. It might flop. It might make the story worse, not better. I might fail to execute properly. Any of which would mean I'd go back to sending it out with the original ending.

    But I'd like to try, so I've been using my alternate days this week to brainstorm and outline the new ending. Sketch out scenes, decide sticky plot points, nail down questions that arise as I think it through.

    It's a different way of working for me -- usually I just throw down the short story, outline be damned -- and it's slower, but I'd like to be more deliberate in the way I craft things. I feel like the more plot holes I can fill during the outlining, the smoother the actual writing process will go. It should let me focus on the writing itself, because I've thought through the action and character beats already.

    We'll see. Wish me luck.

    → 8:00 AM, May 1
  • Keeping Score: April 24, 2020

    This week has been...strange.

    I received the contract (and check!) in the mail for my first short story sale, which is getting published soon in Galaxy's Edge magazine after being accepted last August. That's been an emotional roller-coaster ride all its own, but it's going to work out in the end.

    The same day, riding high on waves of optimism, of the proof that I can write something someone will pay for, I received the latest rejections for two of my short stories that are out circulating.

    I know I can't take any of it personally, but it truly felt like one step forward, two steps back, that day. Made me wonder if perhaps the one sale is all I've got in me. It's nonsense, of course -- I've got twenty or thirty years of writing left (with luck), and surely can improve a little in all that time -- but it's hard to stare self-doubt in the face and insist you know the future when everything is so uncertain, for everyone.

    So, I'm going to do the only thing I can do: Write more, and revise it, and send it out. The only thing I have control over.

    How about you? What do you do, when you feel like you're getting conflicting signals from the outside world about your writing?

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 24
  • Keeping Score: April 17, 2020

    Another week. I've kept the writing streak going; currently at 36 straight days.

    Managed to pick up work on the novel again. I worried I might not be able to get back in the headspace that easily. But it turns out if you've worked on something for two years, you can dive back into it without too many issues :)

    Had to think back through the chapter I was working on, though. The plot I'd had when I last put it down didn't fit with the setting I'd established, and -- to be perfectly honest -- wasn't that interesting.

    This new version I'm writing is harder, emotionally, but it's better.

    Which seems to be true about a lot of the rewrites I do. The ones that are harder for me to write, to push my characters through, are the ones that make the story shine.

    I'm keeping my daily goals modest, though. Sketch out a conversation here, set down a turning point over there, and that's it. Slowly stitch it all together over the course of the week. Review it -- but don't edit it yet! -- and mark the progress made.

    It's these little steps, little victories, that keep me going.

    What about you?

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 17
  • Keeping Score: April 10, 2020

    Current writing streak: 29 days.

    Another week of forcing myself into the chair, every morning, for at least 30 minutes. Am I writing new words all 30 minutes? No. But I'm working all the same: planning, outlining, brainstorming, and finally putting fingers to keyboard.

    When I feel the usual terror setting in, I tell myself: Write one sentence. Just one. One sentence is a victory. One sentence is enough.

    It turns out that once I have one sentence down, I can usually write another. And another. And before I know it, I've written a few hundred words.

    Sometimes. Sometimes it really is just one sentence. And I have to treat that like the achievement it is; because that sentence didn't exist before, and now it does. It might be terrible, it might be great, but I can edit it later. It exists to be edited later, only because I've written it.

    So while forcing myself into the chair, I've finished a few projects:

    • Finished editing the short story I worked on last week
    • Sent that story out to beta readers for feedback
    • Submitted two more short stories to markets, one for the very first time

    Next up: Back to the novel. I really, really, really want to finish the current draft; I feel like I've been working on it forever. It'd feel so good to have it done to the point where I could send it to beta readers, or at least have enough raw draft material down that I can whip it into shape via another editing pass.

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 10
  • Keeping Score: April 3, 2020

    Current writing streak: 22 days.

    Switching from tracking words written to time spent writing seems to be working. So far this week I've:

    • Finished the script for an 8-page comic as part of Gail Simone's Comics School
    • Finished writing up an interview with a local author
    • Finished revising 3 of 5 scenes in a short story
    • Submitted a flash fiction piece to a new market

    I'm trying to use one of the tools Gail Simone said we need in our toolbox to make it as professional writers: Focus.

    For Comics School, it meant keeping the overall goal modest (an 8-pg story) and working each day on just one piece of it, till it was done.

    For me, I'm thinking of it in terms of goals per piece. This week, my goal is to finish editing the short story I mentioned above. Then I can submit it to beta readers, and move onto the next thing while I wait for their feedback.

    Next week, I think I'll finally return to working on the novel. I'd like to take it chapter by chapter, with the goal of finishing one per week. We'll see how it goes.

    How about you? How are you measuring success, during the pandemic?

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 3
  • Spotlight on Local Author: J Dianne Dotson

    I won't be shy about admitting this: Dianne's one of my personal heroes.

    A trained scientist, turned science writer, and now indie publisher, Dianne's one of those people that makes me wonder how they find the time for it all.

    Did I mention she also has two kids, did a cross-country tour to promote her books, and was on a panel with Cory Doctorow at Wondercon last year?

    Dianne was kind enough to take some time -- over Skype, given current circumstances -- to talk with me about her writing process, going indie, and what's it like to work on one long story for thirty years.

    The first two books -- Heliopause and Ephemeris -- in her Questrison Saga are out now, and the third's on its way soon.

    Writing Process

    Let's start with your writing process. Are you a pantser or a plotter?

    I would say that everything is in my head. I already know what's happening. I basically just sit down and write it out. I don't really follow an incredibly structured situation, I just write it. Things can come up as I write that influence where I think things might go and the characters have minds of their own. They might do things I didn't expect.

    But I don't do outlines.

    What about editing? Do you do multiple editing passes or do you do everything in one big push?

    For the most part, I will go through the book and I will do my first pass, and then I'll go back and do it again.

    Then I hand it off to beta readers.

    Then the beta reader feedback, I get back. If there need to be edits or anything expanded upon, then I incorporate that. I read through it again.

    Then at that point, I need to hand it off to the editor.

    Do you mind going into a little more detail about your editing passes? I know some writers will break it up, so first they do a dialogue pass, then a consistency pass, etc

    No, I just go through it all. It's just in literal order, line by line, chapter by chapter to the end, and I fix things as I go.

    Do you take any time between writing a draft and then doing the edit?

    I don't like to, because I feel the fire. I feel like I want to get this done. That's very much a "me" thing. I'm very much like that. Once I finish something, I want to make sure it's really, really done. I can't stand waiting on stuff like that. I tend to just jump right in.

    Do you give any guidance to your beta readers?

    Well, I don't like to frame things for them in advance. I do it more after they read. I do ask them, I say, "Hey, if you see anything blatant, let me know. If you have any questions, let me know." I keep it simple.

    After they're done, that's when I really ask them the questions, because then they read it. That's what I want to know about, as a reader, what worked for you, what didn't work? I'll ask things like, "Who is your favorite character? What made you laugh? What made you cry?" Different things like that. "Do you think that this particular passage worked?"

    Do you do an editing pass per beta reader?

    No, because they're finishing at varying times. I thought, well, I want to ask my questions now that it's fresh on their mind, they just read it. Then because of that, then I'll go ahead and incorporate right after that, their feedback, if I felt that it merited changing.

    Not everything does. In some cases, I've had to say, no, this is the way it is supposed to be.

    You have a lot of really strong characters in your books. Are those based on real people?

    Some of them are.

    Sumond, the alien chef in Ephemeris, I based on this chef that I knew from San Francisco from when my brother lived there in the early '90s. This guy, this chef was hilarious. He had been an opera singer. That's where Sumond comes from.

    Or take Troy in Heliopause. We all know Troy. He's a lounge lizard kind of a guy. He's loosely based off some people I know and he's named after my dad's cousin, Troy, who was more like an uncle to me than a cousin. It's a little bit of family nod there.

    Then who else? Let's see. Even Veronica is influenced a little bit by people I know. I won't say who.

    Everybody's got a little bit of influence from here and there, but nobody's an outright translation now.

    Aeriod, though, is full-clothed from a dream that I had as a young teen.

    Wait, what?

    I dreamed that this alien Brit rocker had taken me up in basically a boat with some friends of mine up to this island in the sky, this land that he had with palaces. He showed me around and he talked to me.

    There are some direct lines in Ephemeris from that dream, when Galla is dreaming about Aeriod showing her around. That dream was my dream.

    Aeriod was just straight out of my head like somebody I knew. He seems very real to me. That's one reason I guess people say he's complex. It's because he's been in my head this whole time.

    Does that happen often? You dream of characters for your stories?

    I have very vivid dreams, and sometimes they do lend themselves to stories.

    In fact, the first little scenes of Forster in Heliopause, where he's walking along the soft floors with the dim lights, that's from a dream.

    I had already made his descendant, Kein, but Forster himself I dreamed separately later. It's funny.

    Indie Publishing

    You're publishing the Questrison Saga yourself, rather than go through a traditional publisher. Why go indie?

    When I had worked on this for so long and then didn't really know what to do after that, I knew I should submit to a publisher. I realized that, oh, you can't really do that anymore, that there's a gateway to publication and it's called a literary agent.

    That was about 2017, around the time that I started going regularly to the Writers Coffeehouse at Mysterious Galaxy Bookstore. I was going to get an idea of what I needed to do.

    I started there and I queried quite a few agents. I got some bites.

    At the end of it, there were four that I came very close to using.

    One of them turned out to be a shyster.

    The other one was just really sitting on it, and sitting on it, and not getting back to me.

    The third one had a very strange reaction to it. She's like, "I think it has too many characters," but then she kept going back to read it. I'm like, "Just make a decision." What's the decision? She couldn't make one.

    Then the fourth one, I really hit it off with, and she had loved the samples that I had sent her. She read the whole book. But she actually wanted me to kill more people than I was ready to kill at that time.

    That was when I decided: I don't want to do this anymore. It's my story. I'm going to tell it the way I want it. I've had it in my head for years.

    I can write other stories and submit to this process all over again, they won't matter as much to me. This particular one, I'm doing myself.

    Plus, I was uniquely positioned in a time in which you could make a really good quality independently published book by having professionals do the covers and having professionals edit it.

    When you set it side by side with a traditionally published book you can't tell, that was the goal. That was accomplished.

    Would you do it again?

    I will not do this again, because it is a lot of work. It is expensive. You are the publisher, the agent, the promoter, and all these other things when you're still a writer.

    If you're taking a lot of time to promote this book yourself, that's time taken away from your writing. Even though I'm a very fast writer, it can be exhausting to keep on top of it.

    I still feel that it was the right decision for this series.

    But for everything else I'm doing, I will submit to traditional publishing.

    How much did it cost you to produce Book One? Was it any cheaper to finish Book Two?

    About the same. It is actually a little bit more expensive for Book Two because the editing, it was bigger book.

    Do you mind talking about those costs?

    I don't remember exactly all the costs. For the first editor of Book One I think was $1,200 and then the copy, the final proof was mostly $600, the art was $600, and then I actually had to buy the books myself from IngramSpark to be able to supply to bookstores and to conventions. That's a significant expense.

    Advertising, promotional materials, posters, everything ranging from postcards to business cards to just all kinds of stuff, it was a few thousand at the end of the day.

    Have you made that back?

    I have made it back for Book One.

    I have not made it back for Book Two, I don't think. Not yet.

    I think what was interesting was that the minute Book Two came out, more people bought Book One. I think people just like a series.

    How did you find all the people that you've ended up working with: the editors, the artists, the graphics people, and the web designers?

    Well, everything about this process has been throw something at the wall and see if it sticks, literally. Because I didn't know what the heck I was getting myself into, piecemealing it, but I figured it out.

    I got the website going first. For that, I had gone through a couple of web design people and logo designers.

    I ended up asking a food and lifestyle blogger, Michael Wurm Jr., who runs "Inspired By Charm", because he had a really sleek website. He gave me the contact information for Dash Creative. That's who I've used the last couple of years.

    In terms of the editing, I had gone to San Diego Writers Ink. They had a class on book publishing.

    The woman who hosted the class, Laurie Gibson, said she was also an editor and so I contacted her after I'd finished the draft of Heliopause. That's how I met my main editor.

    Then through her, I met Lisa Wolf who did the proof edit who is actually the editor for Book Three.

    It's a chain of contacts, basically. My cover designer was a parent at my kids' school and he knew the artist, Leon Tukker. That's how that happened.

    Can you talk about distribution? I think you mentioned you use IngramSpark?

    IngramSpark prints and distributes most of the books that you see.

    When I upload a book and it's ready to go and I purchase the option for both paperback and eBook, they upload it to everywhere: Kobo, Amazon, Google Books.

    They do all that and they also put the links up all across the world on various international bookseller websites.

    I chose Ingram because of its reputation, it's worldwide distribution, and the fact that it would not be limited to Amazon. I wanted independent bookstores to have my books and not feel competition from an Amazon published book.

    Did you have to form your own publishing company to own the copyrights or deal with IngramSpark?

    I filed copyright. I immediately copyrighted it through the U.S. government.

    If you're an indie author, I highly recommend that you get an entertainment lawyer to help you with policies because we don't have big publishing companies behind us.

    We need legal help. We need contract help. That's what an entertainment lawyer is for. I secured one of those.

    He recommended that given the uniqueness of the name Questrison, that I trademark the Saga. I did that. That was extremely expensive, but I feel good about it.

    Because now I can put the circle R, it's a registered trademark. The Questrison Saga. You can't use it. It's my baby.

    Questrison Saga

    You've mentioned before that you've been working on these books for thirty years. Can you talk about why you decided to finish these books when you did?

    All through college, even though I was overwhelmed with schoolwork, the stories were always in the back of my head. I had also drawn a lot of the characters in them. I sometimes would still sketch those while I also learned how to do actual watercolor art from classes.

    After I had graduated college, it was a nightmare just entering the workforce. I ended up moving to the West Coast from Tennessee in 2000, and did work for Fred Hutchinson Cancer Research Center in Seattle for a number of years.

    Then after that, I briefly lived in San Francisco. That's when I thought "I have to get back to these stories." They're been in my head all this time.

    That's when I started working on what is now Ephemeris. I even made a brief little comic of it with my own sketches, outlining the story a little bit. That was the closest thing I've ever come to an outline, was this storyboard.

    After that, I had children. And I was very busy with them. laughs I worked as a science writer for four years. I felt that I was preoccupied by writing nonfiction.

    After the recession, I was laid off. I decided to apply to graduate school and I chose epidemiology, which is very topical at the moment.

    I came to San Diego to start a Master's Degree in epidemiology. I would have finished it, but I never saw my family and my younger child, who at the time was two, did not cope well. I chose to withdraw from the program. I have no regrets about doing that, because it was the right thing for the family.

    Then I meet another parent at my kid's school, who was an editor. He edited scientific papers, not fiction. I mentioned I had these stories, and I showed him the first few chapters of what become Heliopause.

    Not being a fiction editor, it wasn't really something he could work on, but he did encourage me to finish the story. I hadn't had that kind of encouragement. It was a kick in the pants. For that, I'll always be grateful to him.

    I call him the man that saved Heliopause.

    It's funny how encouragement or discouragement at just the right times can make a huge difference.

    Yes, and I definitely had been discouraged a few times.

    Some people would say, "Maybe it's time you just let that story go and work on something else."

    I hated hearing that. I thought, no, I want to finish the story. It's been in my head for most of my life.

    Positive encouragement is more powerful than discouragement. Because when somebody believes in you at the right time, and I hope that everyone has that person, it makes all the difference.

    Having worked on these for so long, how many drafts do you think you've been through for Ephemeris in particular?

    Well, it's funny because what is now Book Four was actually the first book.

    I started with what is Book Four now and then morphed it around, and what is now Ephemeris then came after that.

    Ephemeris is an interesting book because it takes place before, during, and after Heliopause. It's giving you a preview of things to come as well as things that happened in the past, and tying everything together later in the book with people from Heliopause.

    I've had so many drafts of these stories over the years. In my closet here in the office, there are binders full of handwritten drafts from over 30 years ago, including maps that I made, travel guides, glossaries, everything.

    My handwriting is just garbage, and that never got better.

    There were some typed versions too. I had a terrible typewriter, but a lot of it was handwritten.

    There's so many drafts. It's ridiculous. I kept a lot of them. I threw out a lot of them too. I don't even know how many there were to be honest with you.

    Basically, we have to talk in terms of the Questrison Saga instead of just one of the books, the whole saga. I knew the endgame from the beginning when I was a young teen. Just the journey to get there changed along with me as a writer in developing the craft as well as maturing as a person in experiencing life.

    When reading Ephemeris, it felt like I could point to certain locations and go, I think this is such and such a place that I know Dianne has lived. Like reading about Perpetua, is that Seattle?

    Heliopause, I've often said, is a love story to Oregon. Because Forster keeps remembering Oregon, and the time he was with Auna in Oregon.

    That's why when Aeriod presents him with the possibility of such a place as a planet [Perpetua], basically an untouched Oregon, he's delighted.

    Aeriod sets him up that way. He's thought it out. He knows what Forster cannot say "no" to. He's already thought through all the scenarios. "How can I get Forster to do what I need him to do? Let's throw out everything that he could just never say no to." And that's what he did.

    When I write about Galla on Perpetua, that's her first experience on a forested planet, near an ocean or anything like that. It's very instantly different than anything else she's experienced. That is similar to when I moved to Pacific Northwest in 2000.

    Not Seattle per se, which I don't have a lot of love for, but Oregon I absolutely adored.

    Are there other planets in the books that are also drawn from places that you've lived before?

    Well, I've driven a lot of roads.

    There's definitely some influence from my road trips because I have gone across the country several times in the past several years by car.

    Now there's a world in Book Four that is heavily influenced by my time in both Tennessee and San Francisco. Because I know that planet the longest, it feels very real. I feel like I'm there when I'm reading it.

    You'll see connections to a lot of the places I've lived in that book. It will seem very intimate. It will seem very real, I think.

    Books One and Two are already out. When is Book Three due?

    Early April for pre-order, with an intended release the end of May.

    → 8:00 AM, Mar 30
  • Keeping Score: March 27, 2020

    I think at this point I can admit to myself (and to you) that I'm not tracking how many words I write each day. There's just too much going on, too many distractions, and it's all I can do to get the words out, then to stop and try to remember how much I added this paragraph today or edited on that page.

    But I am writing, and tracking that writing time. Inspired by one of V.E. Schwab's tweets, I'm using a habit tracker to look at how I'm spending my time. I've got a slot for "Write for 30 minutes," and I try to hit that every day, taking time in the morning, before the day overwhelms me.

    And so far, I've hit it every day this week. My current streak is 17 days long, and I've no intention of breaking it.

    Tracking time spent focused on writing lets me feel better about the times when I need to think through a plot more before writing down a scene, or outline a piece before revising it. That's writing, it's just not producing words immediately.

    I am producing words, as well. I've got a new author interview almost ready to go up, and I've been drafting the last four pages of the comic I started for Gail Simone's ComicsSchool.

    So that's what I'm focusing on, right now, while this lasts: putting time in the chair, counting each finished project as a win.

    What about you? Has anything changed in your writing technique since the pandemic started? Have you adopted any new tools to stay motivated?

    → 8:00 AM, Mar 27
  • Keeping Score: March 20, 2020

    What a difference a week makes.

    Last Friday, I still felt okay going out to my local coffeeshop for coffee in the morning. I thought this week would be much like any other week, that we'd have to take extra care to make sure people that felt sick stayed home, and not congregate in large groups, but that's it.

    But then they closed the schools where my wife works.

    And people started posting pictures of empty grocery store shelves.

    Now everything is closing down: pubs, restaurants, coffee shops, the zoo, bookstores, publishers, everything is either shutting down or going remote-only.

    It's a frightening time, and I'd be lying if I didn't confess that it's made it hard for me to focus.

    So I'm not sure how many words I've written this week.

    I've worked on something, every day. I've gathered statistics that I'm going to use in a blog post for next week. I've been working through Gail Simone's ComicsSchool, which has been fantastic, and should result in my first complete comics script by the end.

    But I haven't come back to the short story I was editing. Or made any progress on the novel.

    I will do both, though, and soon. But for now, I've just...gotta work on something a little more low-key, to leave room in my head for processing everything that's happening.

    I hope you find the head space to keep working, whatever your project is, and that give yourself the time to feel the cocktail of emotions this thing is putting us all through.

    → 8:00 AM, Mar 20
  • Keeping Score: March 13, 2020

    Got 1,224 words written so far this week.

    Those are spread out over different projects. I added a little to the novel, started drafting several new essays, and decided to go back and edit a short story from last year.

    The story was easy for me to write, but it's been hard to edit. It's quite personal, pulling something from my childhood and turning it into a horror story. It's the first story I've written about where I grew up, and as such is hard for me to see any other way than how I've written it.

    So it's taken me counts on fingers about six months to digest some beta reader feedback I got on it, and figure out what the story needs.

    And I think I do, now. I can see a hole in the story, a gap in the POV character's motivations that I tried to paper over with his personal flaws.

    That might work for me, or for someone who also grew up in the kind of town I did, but it doesn't work for communicating that character's perspective to everyone else. That's a failure on my part, a failure of craft, and -- hopefully -- it's one I can fix.

    What about you? Have you ever had a story -- or a novel -- that you simply couldn't edit into shape until after a lot of time (and maybe some leveling up in your writing skills) had passed?

    → 8:00 AM, Mar 13
  • Keeping Score: March 6, 2020

    Got back to exercising this week. Back to holding to a schedule in the mornings. Back to allowing myself time to outline, when I wanted it. Time away from the novel.

    And it's working! I've written 1,540 words so far this week :)

    The new scenes in the book are coming together. I've finally got things mapped out in my head enough that I can sit and write them out again.

    Still might end up throwing them away, or heavily editing them. But at least I can get the raw material out now, to work with later.

    I'm even allowing myself to start thinking about revising some short stories that I've had sitting on a shelf since the move. Time to get back in the habit of submitting.

    So March is off to a good start. Here's hoping it continues.

    → 8:13 AM, Mar 6
  • Keeping Score: February 28, 2020

    Sometimes what feels like a really good week is followed by a bad one.

    For example, this week, in which I've only written 329 words.

    It's frustrating. Just when I felt like I was getting back in the groove of jogging, writing, and work, two things brought progress to a shuddering halt: I got injured, and I switched from editing back to writing new scenes.

    The injury was relatively minor. I had a planter's wart on the underside of my big toe that my dermatologist finally had enough of and burned off. Worth it, for sure, but that put a crimp in my jogging schedule.

    And the new scenes are...maybe a mistake. There's a sequence towards the end of the book where the POV character travels from one of the station to the other, witnessing the disaster that's just befallen it.

    She's mostly on her own, in the original sequence, which made it easier to write, but didn't feel as realistic to me. I mean, the chance she's going to go from one end to the other without seeing anyone are small.

    Plus, I think it drains the whole stretch of a bit of tension. If most of the danger has passed, including the danger of discovery, then what's going to pull the reader through the passage?

    So I'm trying out a version where she does get discovered, and has to talk (or trick) her way out of it.

    I think it'll be better, but it means I've got to invent three new characters, their personalities, and enough of their backstories to make them believable. Oh, and also make up what they were doing when they discovered the POV character, and how they go about it.

    Not to mention getting the POV character to tell me how she escapes from the mess she's now in.

    I'm telling myself that it'll all be worth it once I've got the new version done...But until then, it's slow progress each day, as I spend more time outlining now than setting words on the page.

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 28
  • Spotlight on Local Author: Tone Milazzo

    Intro

    I met Tone Milazzo through the San Diego Writers Coffeehouse group hosted by Jonathan Maberry. I've known him for a couple of years now, and I still don't know how he has time for all of his projects.

    When not running the podcast for a local publisher or play-testing his own Fate Core modules, Tone's preparing for grad school, scripting comics, and writing novels.

    His first book, Picking Up the Ghost, came out in 2011 from Chizine. A follow-up, The Faith Machine, will be out in May, from Running Wild Press.

    Tone took some time out of his incredibly busy schedule to talk with me about his process, writing diverse characters, and how "Done is Beautiful."

    Writing Process

    To start, can you talk a bit about your writing process? When you're designing a novel or a short story, are you a pantser? Are you a plotter?

    Definitely a plotter. And the outline for Picking up the Ghost, was something like 12 pages long, which I thought was a full outline. But I definitely, as I got to the middle, I needed to stop and do some more outlining. The story was coming to an end too soon.

    When I outlined my second novel, The Faith Machine, it was 77 pages long. That's a page per scene. Now that's an outline.

    77 pages, wow! What do you actually have in your outline?

    It's a bullet point list: plot points, foreshadowing, and payoffs. Sometimes there's dialogue snippets in there, if something occurs to me at the time. It's mostly about where the characters are coming in, what changes, and where the characters are coming out at the end of the scene. Kind of like a method or function in computer programming.

    Kurt Vonnegut said every scene should either move the plot forward or move the character forward. So it'll be either one of those two.

    Ideally it's nice if you can do both in the scene, without jamming too much in there.

    When I first started writing, I would put way too much stuff into a scene. Now I'm trying to keep it to one or two changes or insights per scene.

    Other things in the outline...Sometimes it's pop-cultural references, like I've put something in the scene that's supposed to evoke something from another book, classic literature or something like that. In Picking up the Ghost there was a lot of occult symbolism. A lot of tarot card stuff. There are some scenes that are supposed to evoke the Major Arcana.

    Do you ever get feedback on the outline?

    It's mostly for me.

    Though if there's an idea that I'm not sure will work, I'll try to compartmentalize that idea and pitch it to people. Ask them: "Do you think this thing is going to be okay?"

    That's about it. I don't want anyone to look at my outline or my first draft. It's too messy.

    Nobody?

    Yeah, it's terrible. Especially the first draft for sure. The first draft of Picking up the Ghost, there was a sentence in there, "He stuck a stick in the spot. The stick was stuck."

    Oh God.

    Yeah. I think I wrote the first half and got distracted and then wrote the second half, forgetting that I wrote the first half.

    When outlining, is there any particular technique you use for building your plots?

    So Picking up the Ghost was definitely me trying to invert as much of the hero's journey as possible.

    The typical interpretation of the hero's journey in fantasy is an orphan with a destiny, who finds a magic sword, and has a magical mentor. It's basically King Arthur, right? People are cop-opting King Arthur.

    So I decided to take that list and make it a manifesto for the book. Instead of an orphan, the protagonist is dealing with family issues. Instead of being some sort of knight, he's a shaman. And he has mentors, but they're not trustworthy mentors.

    I also wanted to make it American instead of European. So that's where his ethnicity comes in. Being biracial: African-American and white.

    The African-American culture, my attitude is, that's the most American culture. Even like what most books think of as American, which would be like a rural white culture, that's traceable in a straight line right back to Europe.

    Whereas African-Americans had their culture stripped from them by the slave trade. They had to rebuild themselves from the ground up on this soil.

    The Faith Machine isn't YA. How did you build that one?

    So for the second book, I wanted it to be Hollywood friendly. I looked at something called the Save the Cat outline for screenwriting. It's a 15-point plot, and that's the spine of that story.

    It's the first time I used that, and I discovered that it's probably a little short to fill an entire novel. A movie is about a novella in length. Fortunately, because I had an ensemble cast, I had a bunch of b-plots that I could use to fill out the page count.

    With all this time spent on the outline, what's your editing process like?

    Go over it again and again until my eyes bleed, and it's never enough.

    For The Faith Machine, because the outline has such a deep understanding of what the story is supposed to be, I didn't have to do quite the extensive rewriting that I used to, like I did on the Picking up the Ghost.

    When I wrote out the first draft of a scene, it was a scene I'd been thinking about for over a year, so I knew how it is going to play out.

    And even when it got to editorial, I had two editors, one that I paid for and then one from the publisher. And the one that I paid for, it was mostly grammar and little details.

    The one from the publisher, he lived on the East coast, and he had some thoughts about the opening scene. On The Faith Machine there's two characters who are in charge of the team traveling around the East coast, activating all the agents in person. But the order that they activated in was not a good commute. So stuff moved around just because I didn't realize that this place and that are more than a day's drive away. Minor stuff like that.

    Picking Up the Ghost

    In the acknowledgements of Picking Up the Ghost, you mentioned that it was a five year process to get the book together. Can you talk a bit about that?

    I think for that one I found a publisher fairly quickly. I think the process of finding a publisher was under a year. Which was stellar compared to The Faith Machine.

    The biggest chunk of time came when I had the book finished, and I workshopped it with three of my friends. None of them liked the second half of the book. So I had to rewrite the entire second half.

    I had taken Cinque (the main character - ed.) into what I call the Halfway World. So it still looked like St. Jude (Cinque's home town - ed.), but there was nobody else there with him.

    And what I'd done was, I didn't realize that they liked the supporting cast so much, and I took all them away.

    How long did that take you to rewrite?

    That was about probably about another year.

    A lot of revising by myself. Some moments where I just wasn't writing for a few months at a time. Distractions, like World of Warcraft.

    Most people's first book usually takes a few years though, from what I hear. Even Jonathan Maberry says he took three years to write his first book.

    Working on the same book for five years, how do you keep yourself going?

    It's the opposite of the sunk cost fallacy.

    How's that?

    The sunk cost fallacy is the attitude of, we've put this much time and effort and money into a project, so we have to see it through. That's a fallacy, because maybe this isn't worth finishing and to throw more money and time and effort into that pit is not worthwhile.

    Whereas in a novel, if you've written 70,000 words, then you only need 20,000 to finish. If you don't finish it, then you literally have wasted all that time.

    And I think that's where the sunk cost fallacy is not a fallacy. Because books take so long to write. And nobody's going to read a book that's 95% done.

    An artist I knew said something they taught in art school is: Done is beautiful.

    I take that as a mantra. Think about all your favorite pieces of art, what do they have in common?

    They're all finished.

    Exactly.

    Why set Picking Up the Ghost in a town along the Mississippi?

    So, I knew I wanted the protagonist to be African-American. And then I picked a location. I wanted it to be a living ghost town.

    It was going to be Detroit. We all hear these stories about urban decay in Detroit, right? Which would have been a good choice, except a friend of mine turned me on to East St. Louis.

    He showed me a book about East St. Louis's history. And it's like the Detroit situation, but far, far worse. It was literally a company town and the local government was in service of either the metallurgy companies or the mining companies, I forget which.

    And then when the industry was done with it, it abandoned the place. Everybody who had money left. And there were people left who didn't have money, didn't have the resources to leave.

    Consequently, it was the descendants of the African-American workers who had come to work the low-end jobs in the factories and production that are still there.

    So did you actually go to East St. Louis? What sort of research did you do?

    When I was in the Marine Corps I got to meet people from that part of the country, so I got some perspective there. I also found a great urban decay exploration website where the guy spent a lot of time in East St Louis.

    The main place where all the magic happens, the meat packing plant, it's based on an Armour Meatpacking Plant on a hill outside of East St Louis. And it's still there. You can see pictures of it. So I was able to lift all that.

    I read a few books about the education system in Middle America, its decline, and stuff like that. They had a lot of stuff about that city.

    And that's also part of the reason I fictionalized it. I called it St. Jude instead of East St. Louis. That gave me a little bit of freedom to make up stuff. Whereas if I use a city from the real world, I'll never stop doing research on that city.

    Why St Jude?

    St. Jude is the Patriot Saint of lost causes. Good name for a dying town.

    Did you have any concerns, as a person who presents as white, writing not just a protagonist who's African-American, but a novel where most of your characters are African or African-American?

    When I started writing it, it was before this sort of increased awareness of appropriation. So I wasn't aware it was even a thing. I knew who Vanilla Ice was, but I didn't connect that to writing fiction.

    And as I said before, I wanted to write an American story, and I think of African-Americans as having the most American culture. Then there's the fact that the town St Jude is based on (East St. Louis - ed) is something like 98% African-American. To put white people in that book would just be weird.

    When I write about any kind of marginalized group, I'm not making a statement, other than I'm presenting people with these traits in roles that they've normally not had.

    For example, in both books (Picking Up the Ghost and The Faith Machine), all my protagonists have mental disorders.

    Cinque is schizophrenic, and then all the characters in The Faith Machine, except for Park, have mental disorders too.

    So I'm not making a statement about mental disorder at all. I am taking this trait, which is normally relegated to villains or antiheroes or supporting characters, and assigning them to the protagonists. That's it.

    So you, along with a lot of authors, recently went through getting the rights to your book back from ChiZine. Are you going to put Picking Up the Ghost yourself, or focus on The Faith Machine for now?

    The eBook is up. I've already written a short story that bridges the two novels. I'm going to put that at the end of an ebook edition of Picking up the Ghost, and sell it for a buck.

    And then if somebody gets to the end and they like it, there's a link to where they can buy The Faith Machine.

    It's going to be a loss-leader. I figure that's the best use I have for it right now.

    Did you get anything back from ChiZine, like the final manuscript or --?

    No, they hold onto the formatting and stuff like that. And they also hold onto the cover. So I've had to make my own cover.

    And I have to get my own ISBN number if I want to return to print, even print-on-demand.

    When do you think you'll have that ready?

    The Faith Machine comes out in May, so hopefully before that. A friend of mine volunteered to do the cover for it, so whenever he finishes.

    For now, you can find Picking Up the Ghost on Kindle

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 24
  • Keeping Score: February 21, 2020

    976 words written so far this week.

    I'm slowly getting back into my old habits: Walking/jogging in the morning, writing during my lunch break, getting in a language lesson at the end of the day (I've decided to take up Swedish. Don't judge me).

    And it shows. It's getting easier to slip back into the novel every day, easier to make the edits I need.

    I'm still daydreaming about a couple of short stories I've got floating around in my head, but I'm trying to keep my actual write-and-edit focus on the novel. Because I'd like to be done, or at least done enough that I can send it out to beta readers.

    Which will need to include sensitivity readers, I'm realizing. Several of my POV characters are African-American, and I want to be sure I do their perspectives justice.

    Depending on their feedback, that could mean I end up doing a lot more rewrites. Or having to scrap the book altogether, if doing right by those characters turns out to be beyond my reach. I hope not, but...I'm not exactly in the best place to judge that.

    So I'm going to ask for help. And listen, when that help is given.

    Till then, all I can do is write the book as best I can, and hope.

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 21
  • Keeping Score: February 7, 2020

    So the move was...rougher than I expected.

    As you can see above, I sliced my head open while unloading stuff into our new garage. It's better now, but at the time we thought I'd need stitches, because it just wouldn't stop bleeding.

    (And yes, I went to Urgent Care, but they couldn't see me, because -- and I'm not making this up -- they were overwhelmed with patients coming in prior to the Super Bowl).

    We had help moving, but even so it took us all weekend, plus Monday and Tuesday evening, to get everything out of the old place and into the new one. I swear I had no idea how much stuff was crammed into that townhouse.

    And now we're unpacking. Or, as I've come to think of it, the "Where the hell are my socks?" phase. Every day is a new hunt for things I used to be able to pinpoint without thinking about.

    Oh, and I didn't take any time off after the move. Which in hindsight was maybe a mistake? Given how much we've had to do every night, after work.

    As a result of all that, I'm tired, I'm frazzled, and I only got 250 words written this week.

    But there's a weekend coming up, and while it'll be full-on unpacking and organizing, all day each day, it'll bring some sense of order to this place. Reduce my cognitive load enough to where I can get back to (writing) work.

    I hope.

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 7
  • Keeping Score: January 31, 2020

    As I'd hoped, I was able to write some more over the weekend last week, and boost my total word count to 1,724.

    So the fact that I've only got 1,121 words written so far this week is ok.

    Especially now that I'm at the point where I'm mostly editing chapters again, instead of drafting new ones to fill in gaps. Easier to comb through a chapter for continuity errors than write the first draft containing said errors.

    So I'm 13 chapters from being done! And 10 of those are already first drafts, so they just need editing passes to bring them in line with the rest of the book: a continuity pass, a blocking pass (to check that the setting, and the characters' movements within it, is consistent), and a dialog pass (to make sure each character speaks like themselves).

    Let's say I'm able to finish 3 chapters a week. That might be ambitious given my schedule, but it means I could be basically done by March.

    Done. As in, "let's send this out to beta readers" done. As in, "you can work on something else now," done.

    That would feel...fantastic. I hope I can pull it off.

    What about you? How far along are you in your current work? Can you see the light at the end, or are you still in the long dark of the tunnel? And how do you persuade yourself to keep going, when in that dark?

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 31
  • Keeping Score: January 24, 2020

    Only 947 words written so far this week.

    I'm not worried though; first because I've got the weekend coming, and I should be able to crank out another 600 words, either tonight or tomorrow.

    But also because I've been working every day, even if that hasn't produced any words. I've been outlining, and drawing up maps, and planning out blocking for scenes that need it.

    So I've been making progress every day, at least. Keeping the story fresh in my mind, so when it is time to spin out the words, it's not so intimidating.

    What about you? Do you give yourself credit for all the work that happens around the writing, and if so, how?

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 24
  • Keeping Score, January 17, 2020

    Only 500 words written this week.

    The impending move (and sale + purchase) has absorbed most of my available head space. Every day there's been more paperwork to fill out, more historical information I need to sift through, more obstacles to clear.

    I've been able to work on a new short story, outlining and sketching out dialog, but that's all. No progress on the novel, no revisions to other short stories...Nothing.

    But today I should, finally, knock out the last few forms until closing day. And for closing, all I have to do is show up :)

    So I'm hoping to do some catch-up writing this weekend, and have a head clear enough to get back on my regular schedule next week.

    What about you? How do you manage to keep your writing going in the middle of a stressful event like a move?

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 17
  • Writing Goals for 2020

    As we roll into the second week of 2020, I'm taking some time to look at where I am, writing-career-wise, and where I want to be at the end of this year.

    2019 in the Rear View

    In 2019, I did finally achieve one goal of mine: I got a short story accepted for publication.

    Not published, yet, but accepted, at least. And that's something I couldn't say before.

    I didn't finish the edits to the current novel, though, like I wanted. My internal deadline slipped from October 31st, to November 31st, to Dec 31st, and still I didn't make it.

    So one win and one miss? Or one win and one delayed victory?

    I'm going to work to make it the latter.

    To that end, I'm adopting the following three writing goals for this year:

    Four Short Stories

    Maberry proposed this one at the last Writers Coffeehouse, and I think I'm going to adopt it.

    It means one short story every three months, which seems doable. One month to draft, one month to solicit feedback, another to edit it into shape.

    To that end, I've already started noodling on a new story. It's an idea I've been chewing on for a few months, looking for the right angle. I've decided to just go ahead and write it, dammit, because sometimes the best way to know what a story's about is to write it down.

    Finish the Current Novel

    And when I say finish, I mean finish. Edited, reviewed by beta readers, edited again, and polished as much as possible.

    I want to be realistic, and not pick a date mid-year for finishing, this time. Progress on the book has been slow, so far. I'd rather be finished early, and not have stressed about it, then worry myself about a deadline that's only in my head.

    So I'll aim to be done by December 1st. I'm again stealing the date from Maberry, whose reasoning is that if you finish by December 1st, you can spend all of December partying (instead of working your way through the holidays). Sounds like a good plan to me :)

    Post More

    Beyond writing fiction, I'd like to post more on this blog and on Twitter. Both to interact more with you, dear readers, and also to work on my essay skills.

    Looking ahead a year or two, I'd like to be writing essays at a level I could sell. To get there, I'll need to practice.

    So, more blog posts: movie reviews, book reviews, and the occasional counter-point to articles I come across.

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 13
  • Keeping Score: January 10, 2020

    1,774 words written this week. Managed to hit my writing goal most days, and surpass it once or twice.

    I'm trying out a new schedule, where I sit down to write for 30 minutes each day, between walking the pups and doing my morning jog. It's earlier than before, and pre-shower (thinking in the shower being my traditional way of resolving tricky plot problems).

    But somehow, doing it before anything else is helping me. Like I can go on my jog and let my mind wander again, instead of trying to force it to think about the novel.

    The words come a bit easier too, because I know I'm going to sit for a given block of time, and there's not going to be any interruptions.

    Granted, I'm still using tricks to get things done, like focusing on just one tiny part of the story at a time, or doing scenes piecemeal (first dialog, then blocking and description, then thoughts/reactions). But it seems to be working, for now, at least.

    What about you? Have you tried changing when you set aside time to write, to see if different times of the day (or night) make it easier to put words to page?

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 10
  • Four Writing Techniques I Needed in 2019

    I read a lot of writing advice. Books, blog posts, twitter feeds, you name it.

    I know it won't all work for me. But how else can I improve my craft, other than trying new things, and seeing how it comes out?

    So here's four techniques I tried out last year (or carried over from 2018) that have stuck with me, and that I'll be using a lot in 2020.

    One-Inch Picture Frame

    Source: Anne Lamott

    My current go-to technique. When I'm sitting at the keyboard and the words won't come, and I think this is it, my imagination's run dry and I'll never finish another story, I reach for this.

    The idea is simple, and powerful in the way few simple ideas are: Instead of worrying about writing the chapter, or writing the scene, I focus on writing only one little piece of the scene. Just describe how she feels after getting caught in a lie. Describe how he looks at his old room differently, now that he's been away from home for ten years.

    Drill down into something very specific, and write just that. Nothing more.

    The narrowed focus lets me relax a little. Because I can't write a chapter anymore, oh no, and I can't write a scene, that's for sure, but I can write how it feels to see someone you love after thinking they were dead. I can do that

    And once that's done, once I've really described everything in my one-inch picture frame properly, I look up and I've already hit my daily word count goal.

    Tracking Word Count Score

    Source: Scott Sigler

    This one's a carry-over. Sigler first laid out his points system for tracking word counts at a Writers Coffeehouse in 2018. I tried it out then, and it got me back on track to finish the first draft of my current novel.

    Since then, I've kept using it: 1 point for each first draft word, 1/2 point for each word gone over in the first editing pass, 1/3 for the third, etc.

    It's helped me feel productive in cases where I wouldn't, like revising a short story I finished months ago, to get it to the point where I can submit it to magazines. And it's pushed me to keep writing until I hit that daily word count, and relax when I do so, because I know by hitting it, I'm working steadily towards my larger goals.

    Showing Emotion and Thoughts Instead of Telling

    Source: Chuck Palahniuk

    I was really skeptical of this one. He wrote it up in a post for LitReactor, and it's couched in language that's self-confident to the point of being arrogant.

    But he's right. Switching from using language like "she was nervous" to "She looked away, and bit her lip. The fingers of her right hand started drumming a quick beat on her thigh, tap-tap-tap," is a huge improvement. It's pushed me to think more about how each of my characters expresses themselves in unique ways, and given me the tools to show that uniqueness to the reader.

    Scatter and Fill

    Source: V.E. Schwab

    Schwab's twitter feed is a fantastic one to follow for writing advice. She's very honest about the struggles she faces, and how much guilt she feels over being such a slow writer.

    But the brilliant results (in her books) speak for themselves!

    In one of her posts, she talked about how when writing a novel, she doesn't write it in any sort of order. She'll fill in some dialog in one scene, then a set description in another, and then action in a third. She gradually fills in the work, like painting a canvas, where every brush stroke counts and adds up to the final product.

    I've always felt compelled to write in strict order, start to finish. So reading this technique works for her was very liberating for me. I still usually write in order, but now if I'm finding it hard to get motivated, I'll skip around. Write down some dialog that comes to me, or an action or two. Sometimes I can hit my daily word goal this way, and sometimes it just primes the pump so I can fill in the rest. Either way, it gets me around my mental block, and lets me make progress.

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 8
  • Keeping Score: January 3, 2020

    Happy New Year! I hope you achieved your writing goals in 2019, and work your way to new heights of craft in 2020.

    For myself, I feel like there were several highs: getting my first short story accepted for publication, attending my first writers conference, and discovering the score-keeping method I've been using to push my writing forward.

    But also several lows. In fact, 2019 ended on a low for me, with me dreading each writing session, and my 300-word daily goal frequently out of reach. Writing has felt more like drawing blood, recently, than making art or even normal work. I've not been blocked, so much as completely demotivated.

    I'm trying to push through, though. Forcing myself to write the 300 words, each day. Even when they feel pointless, when it seems I'll never finish this novel. I fear I'll still be working on it next year, grinding away at something that I might not be able to sell, in the end.

    Not a heartening way to start the year, maybe. But I wrote 2,148 words this week, step by step. I'm using Anne Lamott's one-inch-frame technique, to narrow my focus down to the point where I can write something. It's working, so far. I am, slowly, making progress.

    What about you? What are your writing goals for 2020? And when your inspiration is running low, what do you do to fill it back up?

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 3
  • Keeping Score: December 6, 2019

    Only a measly 300 words written this week.

    I can blame the time change (from East Coast back to West Coast hours). I can blame the stress of getting back into the day job after a week off.

    But really, it's just been hard pushing the words out this week.

    Hard even to carve out time in the day to do it. I know, I know, that's a perennial excuse, but it's true: some days, it's damn hard to find even thirty minutes where my brain isn't mush and I'm not rushing off to do something else.

    So I'm hoping to find some time today, and each day this weekend, so I can at least finish out the week with 1,500 words done.

    I feel like I'm going to have to reconsider my schedule soon, though, and drop something from it to make room for writing. Only, I don't what I could possibly let go of.

    How about you? What do you do, when you feel your writing time slipping away? How do you claw it back?

    → 9:09 AM, Dec 6
  • Keeping Score: November 29, 2019

    Happy Thanksgiving!

    We're on the East Coast this year, doing what's become a bit of a tradition for us: Crashing someone else's Thanksgiving :)

    We stay with friends of ours in Maryland that we've known for the better part of two decades, and spend the week hanging out with them. I usually make a detour up to Boston to see some other good friends of mine, but I make sure I'm back time for turkey.

    Thankfully, travel this time doesn't mean a loss of writing time. Though I've fallen off the wagon a bit these past few weeks, this week, at least, I've managed to keep up. So: 2,112 words written towards the new novel.

    ...which is a little less than I'd like, given how much time I've spent on trains these past few days, with nothing else to do but type. But I'm finding this last third of the book tricky to navigate. I'm having to pause more and think things through, making notes on different possibilities before picking one and writing it out.

    It's not a bad thing, per se, but it does mean progress feels slow. I'm telling myself that I'll make up for it later, when I'm able to drop in whole chapters from the first draft, instead of rewriting them from scratch.

    If you did NaNoWriMo this month, I hope you're close to the finish line. If you didn't, I hope your current work-in-progress is going well.

    For everyone, I hope you're going into the final month of 2019 doing the one thing that is necessary for progress in this craft: writing!

    → 7:19 AM, Nov 29
  • Keeping Score: November 1, 2019

    3,026 words written this week.

    Most of those are on the novel, but about a third are edits on the short story I wrote back at the SoCal Writers Conference in September.

    Reading the story now, I think I like it more than I did before. Not necessarily the language the story's told in; I can see plot holes and awkward phrasing. But the story itself: The characters and the setting, how the protagonist's heart gets broken, and how she pieces herself back together. That's what I'm in love with.

    A good sign, maybe? Certainly it motivates me to finish, to edit and polish the story until it's the best version I can produce.

    But it also means I might miss flaws in the telling. I have to beware of liking my own voice too much, instead of the voices of the characters.

    How do you balance being critical of the work versus liking it enough to keep going? Do you tend to err on the side of hatred, or do you fall too much in love with your work?

    → 8:34 AM, Nov 1
  • Keeping Score: October 25, 2019

    I think I've written myself into a corner this week.

    I'm working on a scene where I want to have one character drop a particularly important piece of information. It's something that changes the dynamic of the scene -- from fight to negotiation -- and sets the stage for a partnership that runs through the rest of the novel.

    The trouble is, I've gone out of my way earlier in the book to insist she doesn't remember anything related to this dramatic, juicy, bit of info.

    So I'm in a bit of a bind. Do I try to find some awkward way to shoehorn in why she might remember this bit but not anything else?

    Or should I go back and rewrite the parts where she doesn't remember, and change it so that she does? And deal with the ripple effects that'll cause?

    I'm hoping my subconscious is working on the problem, and will present me with a solution soon. I really don't want to have to rewrite those other scenes, here when I'm so close to finishing this draft.

    What do you do, when you realize the needs of the story -- the drama, or the tension -- are pushing you to change parts of the plot?

    → 8:48 AM, Oct 25
  • Keeping Score: October 18, 2019

    2,477 words written this week.

    I'm going full-steam-ahead on the novel, closing in on the last dozen scenes or so I need to write to finish it out.

    Each new scene, I still think to myself "I don't know if I can do this." But if I just sit there long enough, staring at the screen, and refuse to budge, or to look away, the words will come.

    They may not be the right words, or good ones. But they're progress, the raw material I can use later to shape the story.

    Pushing ahead on the novel means I'm not going back and revising the short stories I wrote over the Writers Conference weekend. That bothers me, but I'm honestly not sure how to do both. Perhaps once I finish this novel draft, I can pause and revise the short stories before plunging back into the book for another editing pass?

    What about you? How do you balance multiple projects? Or, like me, do you find it hard to switch between different works?

    → 8:33 AM, Oct 18
  • Keeping Score: October 11, 2019

    Thank goodness for the Writers Coffeehouse.

    Went this Sunday, after skipping for a few months. Jonathan Maberry again led a fantastic discussion, plus Q&A. He gave us a rundown on options vs production deals, persistence in the face of discouragement, and told us some new markets opening up that we might not have considered before.

    And he also gave me great advice about my nervousness with the magazine that I hadn't heard from since acceptance: Send them an email.

    Yeah, it seems simple in hindsight. But what would I say? How would I ask the question on my mind?

    He gave me a few examples of things to say, and insisted it was not too early (or too late!) to want to hear from them.

    So I followed his advice. Sent the email, after rewriting it three different times, trying to avoid coming off too flippant or too formal or too needy.

    And I got a response within an hour that cleared everything up.

    I feel silly for not writing earlier. It was such a non-deal, and I felt so much better afterwards.

    So much so, that I've already written 2,208 words this week, and I've still got the weekend :)

    What about you? Has there been something you've been nervous about doing as part of your writing -- whether sending it off for review, or reading it to a critique group, or emailing an agent -- that turned out to be nowhere near as big a deal as you thought it'd be?

    → 8:43 AM, Oct 11
  • Keeping Score: October 4, 2019

    I’d heard that the bubble of elation you feel when you first have something accepted for publication doesn’t last long.

    I only half-believed it, of course. Surely I would be different, my expectations set better, my heart both more and less trusting.

    Because if one acceptance happened, couldn’t another? And another? And even if rejection came, wouldn’t that one acceptance be enough to keep me going?

    Turns out the answer is no, no, and nope.

    I’d had a story out to one magazine for a good while – close to three months – and as the time stretched out without getting a rejection notice, I began to hope. The acceptance of another story just made that hope bigger, and my dreams with it: What if all the stories I had out currently got accepted? What if I was able to join SFWA this year, all in a rush, with three stories that I’ve spent years working on all getting accepted in a short window of time?

    But the rejection came yesterday, and my little bubble of hope popped with it.

    Now I feel like half a success, half a failure. It doesn’t help that I’ve heard nothing from the magazine that’s accepted a story since that acceptance; no signed contract, no payment, nothing. So even that success feels ghostly, as if one strong wind could blow it away, and I’d be back where I started. Unpublished. Always-rejected.

    I’m telling myself to be patient. That the only thing I can control is the writing, so I’d better damn well do that part.

    And it does comfort me, a little, that I wrote 2,223 words this week. I’m back to making good progress on the novel, and I’ve got two stories to edit into shape before sending them out into the world.

    Chances are they’ll probably be rejected, too. But I can’t control that. What I can do is write another story, then another, and keep writing. Keep improving. And keep submitting.

    One story got through. I can keep writing until another one does, too.

    → 8:50 AM, Oct 4
  • Keeping Score: September 27, 2019

    Wrote 2,559 words this week!

    I’m trying to get back in the habit of writing daily, or nearly-daily, and it’s paying off. Even though I only wrote 1,400 words at the Tuesday write-in, I put in some time after work Monday and Thursday to push over the 2,500 mark.

    Most of that work’s been on the short story I started last Friday, at the Writers Conference. It was supposed to be a flash piece, in and out quick, but it’s turned into a full 3,000-word story.

    And it might get longer. I compressed a lot of time towards the end, fitting years of change into a few paragraphs. Those might have to be uncompressed in order to feel like a more natural ending. So it might grow another one- to two-thousand words.

    But that’s a problem for later, after I’ve let the story sit for a week or two. Then I can be a bit more objective.

    For now, it’s back to the novel. I’m in the middle third of the book, when characters start colliding against each other on their way to the blowout before the third act.

    And I’m still getting ideas for things that might need to change. Not minor things, like how a character speaks. Major things, like entire plot points and character motivations.

    I’m unsure whether they’re good ideas, though, so I’m just taking notes on them for now. Once this draft is done, I’ll have another look at them and pick and choose which changes to make.

    Until then, it’s forward. Ever forward.

    → 8:11 AM, Sep 27
  • Southern California Writers Conference 2019 Wrap-Up

    My brain is full, in the best way.

    This weekend I went to my first writer’s conference, SCWC LA17, up in Irvine. I was nervous going in: I went alone, not knowing anyone, and not really knowing what it would be like.

    But from the moment I checked-in at the registration desk, everyone made me feel welcome. Both of the people running the sci-fi/fantasy read-and-critique group were working registration, and their excitement at hearing that was my genre made me change my mind both about attending the banquet and trying to make one of the late-night critique groups.

    In fact, their excitement and happiness was, if you’ll forgive the cliché, infectious. For the rest of the weekend, my usual shy self was gone, and I felt perfectly comfortable introducing myself to anyone I happened to sit next to and ask: “So what are you working on?”

    It was an incredible feeling. My imposter syndrome – always whispering in my ears at other conferences and events – was quiet the whole weekend. We were all working on different books, in different genres, at different points in our careers. But we were all writers, all facing the same struggle with the written word.

    I’d found my people.

    I took…too many notes. Each workshop was full of great information, from the panel on writing convincing courtroom scenes – that reminds me, I need to find a way to attend a trial or two – to the talk on writing a strong opening, which ended up giving me insight into what I needed to do to finish a short story I’d started writing.

    Yes, I started a new short story while at the conference. And finished a new flash fiction piece. And I came away with ideas for four, no five, new novels.

    It was that inspiring.

    So thank you, more than I can say, to the organizers and presenters and guest speakers at SCWC. You’ve put new wind in my sails, and given me new ways to up my writing game.

    → 8:15 AM, Sep 23
  • Keeping Score: September 20, 2019

    Only 750 words written this week.

    But they’re good words, because I got ‘em rewriting the scene from last week.

    The first draft of that scene turned out to be closer to what I needed than I thought. I was worried I’d have to throw the whole thing away and start over, but just changing the timing of some of the events, and adding in a hazard here and there, was enough to up the tension.

    Now instead of being a step-by-step account of someone looking around in the aftermath of a disaster, it’s a POV character dodging debris as they try to figure out just what kind of disaster they find themselves a part of.

    Have you ever had an editing task turn out to be easier than you thought? Where a small change to a scene makes a huge difference in how it reads?

    → 9:51 AM, Sep 20
  • Keeping Score: September 13, 2019

    Have you ever written a scene, and almost as soon as it’s done, you realize you have to rewrite it?

    That happened to me this week, while getting my 1,133 words in.

    The scene I plotted out last week started well, but about a third of the way through I started hitting writer’s block. Like I was bored with the scene already, and wanted to move on.

    I pushed myself to finish the draft out, just to have the scene done. So I could say I accomplished something that night.

    But as soon as I woke up the next morning, I knew I needed to start over from scratch.

    If writing the scene was boring for me, it’s going to be boring to read, too. And I could see exactly where I went wrong: I had the scene start after most of the danger was over, and the scene was the character piecing together what had happened after the fact.

    Better to start with the character in danger, and worried for their safety. So they have to scramble to keep themselves alive, and figure out what’s going on.

    It’ll have higher tension, be easier to write, and be a lot more fun to read.

    I don’t want to rewrite the scene. But I’ll need to, if I’m going to keep some narrative momentum going.

    What about you? Do problems with your scenes ever manifest as writer’s block?

    → 8:48 AM, Sep 13
  • Keeping Score: September 6, 2019

    Only 156 words written this week.

    I skipped out on the weekly Write In, and it shows. While I did get a few extra scenes plotted out, and connected some dangling plot threads while I was at it, I only started one scene.

    I’m trying not to be too hard on myself. The pups have been sick, the heat wave means that even with the a/c going I still feel lethargic in the afternoon, and there’s been some ripples in our finances.

    But I can’t help but think I should have gone to the Write In anyway, and that if I did, I’d have made more progress this week.

    So I’m definitely going next week. And maybe I need to start writing more on a daily basis, even if it’s just a hundred words, rather than cramming everything into one night?

    → 8:21 AM, Sep 6
  • Keeping Score: August 30, 2019

    1,679 words written this week, all on the novel. That means two more scenes done – well, drafts of the new scenes done – and I’m two steps closer to being finished with this draft.

    I missed last week’s entry, because I was at a work-related conference, but I did write that week, somewhere north of 1,400 words, again all in a single night at the Write In.

    I’m tempted to add a second Write In night, just to see if I can do it. If I can write as much the second night as the first, I’ll basically double my output in a few hours. I’d get through this draft a lot faster.

    And since just yesterday I noticed I had a reminder to send out this draft to beta readers by October 31, I’m thinking I can use the extra speed.

    What do you do, when you need to write a little faster? Do you add extra writing sessions, or lengthen the ones you have? Or maybe you drop everything else for a while, and sprint towards the finish?

    → 8:03 AM, Aug 30
  • Keeping Score: August 16, 2019

    Only 450 words this week.

    Instead of working on the novel, I’ve spent my time revising a flash fiction story, the one I wrote at WonderCon back in March.

    The first two markets I submitted it to rejected it. I was about to submit it to a third, when I re-read it and saw some things that just…weren’t right.

    So I printed it out and took it with me to this week’s Write In. I thought I’d be done with it in the first sprint, but I ended up working on it all night, trimming words here and there, rephrasing dialog, and dropping entire paragraphs.

    I think the resulting story is shorter and stronger. The one thing I’m unsure of is it introduces a bit of jargon, a word that the two main characters (who are non-human) use to refer to humanity. I think it fits the world they’re in perfectly, and ties into the story’s ending, but then again, maybe it’s too subtle? Or jarring?

    It’s hard to judge. I’ll probably send it out for one more read-through by some friends before submitting it again.

    What do you do, when writing other worlds that might have different vocabulary from our own? Do you explain them bit by bit? Minimize it as much as possible? Or embrace the jargon, and count on the story to carry the reader along?

    → 8:17 AM, Aug 16
  • Keeping Score: August 9, 2019

    Only wrote 1,263 words this week (so far). But I feel like I accomplished a lot.

    I went back to the write-in event this week, and again, having two hours of unbroken writing time is simply fantastic. I finished an editing pass on a short story, helped one of the other writers brainstorm ideas for her story, and wrote two pages on a new scene in the novel I’ve been revising.

    I’ve also noticed printing out the text I’m editing seems to help. There’s something about being able to cross things out and scribble notes in the margins that lets me treat what I’ve written as more of a work-in-progress, instead of a delicate glass bird I might shatter if I alter it too much. It’s liberating, and I think I’m going to do that with all my work from now on.

    Who knew that buying a home printer (for a totally different purpose) would have such an impact on my writing process?

    What about you? What helps you get into editing mode? Is it just time away from the work, or do you do something to force you to see it differently?

    → 8:04 AM, Aug 9
  • News & Reviews: August 6, 2019

    News

    HUGE NEWS this week: I sold my first short story!

    And to a professional, SFWA-qualifying market, no less!

    More details as they shake out, but I’m over-the-moon pumped. The story’s one I’ve been working on for three years (!), revising, polishing, and submitting.

    Many thanks to my friends that suffered through reading all those drafts, and offered me the feedback I needed to make the story shine!

    Reviews

    Finished off two books this week: Persian Fire and Paper Girls, Vol 1.

    Persian Fire, by Tom Holland

    One of the best examples of narrative history I've ever read. Holland is simply a great writer, so that despite some repetition and over-reliance on certain turns of phrase, I sped through its 350+ pages.

    And it illuminated aspects of ancient Persia and Greece that I didn’t appreciate before. Like how Sparta trumpeted equality for everyone except for those living in the cities they conquered (who were turned into slaves, one and all). Or how democratic Athens regularly held an ostracism, so they could kick out a citizen who was getting too powerful (or causing too much resentment among other citizens). Or that the King of Persia considered all his subjects his slaves, and yet left them to worship their own gods, and mostly govern themselves, so long as they paid tribute.

    I wish it’d gone more into a subject it teases in the Preface: How would Greece have fared if Xerxes had conquered it? Given that the Persian Kings were considering letting the Ionians (subjects of the empire) govern themselves democratically, how much of Western history would have been different?

    Holland does go into detail about the Persian empire (origins, revolutions, etc), which is a great corrective to the usual Greek-sided way of telling this story. But he leaves one of his most tantalizing questions unexplored, which is a tragedy.

    Paper Girls, Vol 1, by Brian K Vaughn, Cliff Chiang, Matt Wilson, and Jared K Fletcher

    Picked this one up partially because of Vaughn's work on Saga, and partially because of the clean, comprehensible art style.

    And now I have yet another Image Comic (like Monstress, and Saga, and Wicked + Divine, and…) that I’ll pick up every chance I get.

    Without spoiling anything, I’ll just say that it’s set in 1988, it follows four pre-teens on their paper route one early morning, and that things rapidly get…weird. Like, time-travel and possible aliens and dinosaurs weird.

    It’s fantastically well-done. Its creative team is firing on all cylinders: the story is strong, the drawing clear and easy-to-follow, the colors manage to invoke both the 80s (to me, anyway) and the various locations (early morning outside, dark basement, etc) and the lettering conveys everything from a radio’s static to a drunken warble.

    Which reminds me, I need to go pick up Vol 2 :)

    → 8:29 AM, Aug 6
  • Keeping Score: August 2, 2019

    (aka Getting Back in the Saddle)

    So it turns out what I thought would just be a small writing break while we were on vacation in early July turned into me taking the whole of July off. I wrote a few hundred words here and there, but didn’t make any real progress on the novel.

    Which felt great, on the one hand. I got back into learning French, I had a lot more time to read, and my mornings had less time pressure (because I wasn’t trying to squeeze in my writing time on top of everything else). Very relaxing.

    But as two weeks became three, then four, I started to worry. Was I ever going to go back to the book? Was I really going to leave it unfinished?

    Or worse: was I done writing prose at all? Was four weeks going to become four months, or four years?

    I’ve taken a years-long break from writing before. I worried it was happening again.

    Thankfully, that doesn’t seem to be the case: I wrote 1,833 words this week. All in one night.

    I went to a Write In event for the first time this week, joining a group that meets at a coffee shop nearby every Tuesday and Thursday. Over two hours, they use the Pomodoro method: write sprint for 25 minutes, then break for 5, then write for 25, rinse, repeat.

    I was skeptical going in, but it really worked for me. Being there with other writers, knowing the clock was ticking, forced me to push through the resistance I always feel when starting to write. And even though by the fourth sprint I was tired, and wanted to quit, I didn’t. I pushed through, and as a result I finished two scenes and added 1,800+ words to the book.

    I’ve also started working on a comic book pitch, using an online class to get some guidance on what a comic pitch needs to include. I’m using the idea I had for my next novel; I think it’ll make a better comic than a book, since it’s set in the ancient Mediterranean. Showing the world via comic will be a lot more powerful than just me describing it, I think.

    Working on both at once makes me feel like I’m making progress again. Like I’m not going to be stuck editing the novel forever. It’s allowed me to relax a bit, and that coupled with the (good) pressure of the Write In makes me feel like I can still do this, even after a break.

    Have any of you ever tried a Write In? Did it work for you?

    → 8:32 AM, Aug 2
  • Keeping Score: June 21, 2019

    785 words written this week (so far). I’ve got some catch-up work to do over the weekend.

    I’m still bouncing around between scenes. If my word count’s lighter than last week, it’s because I’ve been writing more new scenes, and doing less editing of existing ones.

    I still feel non-linear is working for me, though. I finally broke through the blockage on the original scene that made me go non-linear, this week, and knocked out a basic version of it. I’m going back now and adding texture, additional insights into the character’s thoughts and motivations.

    I had a slight mini-blockage toward the end of the scene when I couldn’t decide how to properly weave in a bunch of backstory and explanation, so the character’s actions would make sense. In re-reading the scene, to get my bearings, I realized a good chunk of that explanation actually belonged earlier in the scene. And in moving it up there, I freed up the narrative load of the scene’s end, so I can say what I need to say without bringing things to a screeching halt.

    I also started thinking about changing the gender of one of the antagonists…But I’m holding off an acting on that, just yet. One set of edits at a time.

    How are your projects going? Steady progress, or stuck in a plot swamp?

    → 8:37 AM, Jun 21
  • Keeping Score: June 14, 2019

    1,285 words written this week.

    The new “just get something done every day” rules are really helping me. I’ve actually spent more time outlining and plotting this week than anything else. That’s allowed me to see the shape of the remaining story better, and that has let me take pieces of my previous draft and slot them in, then edit them into shape, letting me make good progress.

    I’ve also been able to see which scenes were missing from my previous outline, and start keeping notes on those.

    Which means I’ve also abandoned linearity this week. Instead of working through each scene in order, I’m jumping around, adding a few words here, then editing a chapter from a previous draft to fit the new storyline, then jotting down some notes on a post-climax scene.

    I didn’t think I could work this way, but the proof is in the word count: I can. It’s gotten me out of the slump I felt I was falling into, staring at the same scene every day, unable to make progress.

    There’s a part of me that’s starting to whisper “you could finish by the end of June after all,” but I’m shushing that part as much as possible. I need to make progress, and I’ll not go pell-mell just to hit a self-imposed deadline (and likely make myself sick again in the process).

    What about you? When editing, do you find it easier to go scene-by-scene through the book, or do you hop around?

    → 8:20 AM, Jun 14
  • Keeping Score: June 7, 2019

    980 words written so far this week. If I can steal an extra hour or so for writing this weekend, I’m on track to hit 1,500 words, which I’ve decided to keep as my weekly goal, for the novel at least.

    Why? Two things: First, I’ve been sick for…it feels like a month now. And I’m still not well. Without going into details, I’ve developed this wonderful case of burning, stinging pain everytime I move my head. But I’ve got to keep making progress on this book, or I’ll never finish it. Sick or not.

    Second, this piece by Chuck Wendig made me re-think my approach to my writing goal. I recommend reading the whole thing, but for me it boiled down to this passage:

    It is a kindness to yourself. Don’t expect to run a mile out of the gate. Don’t demand you write the next bestseller. See the increments. Break it up. Find safe, sane, kind limits for yourself — and then you will find it increasingly easy to exceed them. To embrace a little and relish the success instead of always trying to conquer the whole damn lot — and falling short every damn time.
    In other words, it's ok to set your goal at the bare minimum. When you meet it, you feel good because you made progress. When you exceed it, you feel great.

    Given everything else that’s going on, I definitely don’t want to make my writing into a chore. I don’t want to set my word count goal so high that I’m going to feel like a failure every day.

    But I do want to make progress. So here’s the deal I’m making with myself: 300 words of progress on the novel, every week-day, adding up to 1,500 words a week total. If I go past that, great! But if I just hit it, that’s ok too.

    And once I’ve hit my goal for the day, or the week, I’m free to work on other things: outline a new novel, edit a short story, etc. My thinking is this will make me feel less trapped in the current book, like I can’t work on anything else until it’s done.

    We’ll see if that turns out to be the case. Wish me luck.

    → 8:14 AM, Jun 7
  • Keeping Score: May 31, 2019

    This week has been a total bust, writing-wise.

    I started getting sick Sunday evening. By Monday, I had a fever and chills, coupled with an incredible rate of snot generation. That’s morphed into a lovely cough with a bonus sinus headache.

    So instead of using Memorial Day to sprint through my word count for the week, I spent it trying not to move from underneath the covers. And every day since, I’ve spent what little energy I have at the day job, leaving me nothing for the novel.

    And I’m still not well. Dammit.

    I’m angry and I’m frustrated. I feel like a week of work has been stolen from me.

    But I’m trying not to be angry at myself. I tell myself that illness is going to happen. And I can either rail at myself for taking it easy, or accept that there are times when I’m not going to be able to do everything.

    It feels like an excuse, to be honest. But I also know that after a day of coughing and sneezing and headaches and working to keep the roof over my head, my brain is mush.

    So I have to give it time. For now.

    → 8:25 AM, May 31
  • Keeping Score: May 24, 2019

    So I messed up.

    I’ve been hitting my 1,500 word goal each week, like clockwork. But it’s not enough.

    Based on where I am now, I’d need to write (or edit) something like 8,000 words a week in order to hit my self-imposed deadline of the end of June.

    That kind of pace is…unlikely, to say the least. Possible, sure, but unlikely, given my schedule.

    Earlier this week, I thought about going for it. Staying up later, getting up earlier, pushing to finish on time.

    But the more I thought about it, the more stressed I became. It was harder to get started writing in the morning, because I knew I’d need to write four times my usual word count just to keep up.

    I actually thought about quitting the novel altogether. Just dropping it and going back to working on some short story ideas. I’ve got plenty of them; I could keep busy with shorter fiction for the rest of the year.

    Instead, I’ve decided to get rid of the source of my stress and doubts: I’m scrapping the deadline.

    I’m definitely going to up my weekly word count, though, starting next week. 1,500 words is just not cutting it, in terms of finishing in a timely fashion. I don’t want to be still working on this draft next year. And I do have short stories I want to work on, stories that will take time to get right. Time I’ll have to earn by finishing this novel draft.

    Wish me luck.

    → 8:00 AM, May 24
  • Keeping Score: May 3, 2019

    Only 1,147 words so far this week.

    I seem to be perpetually hovering around 1/3 of the final word count of the novel, between 15,000 and 18,000 words. My total word count will start to climb, as I add new scenes, but then plunge when I delete old ones that no longer fit.

    And I’ve still got that deadline of the end of June to hit.

    I shouldn’t be worried, I suppose. If I finish another third this month, and then the final third in June, I’ll hit my target.

    But what if I’m only halfway through by the end of May? What am I going to give up in order to get back on track?

    Because I need to hit my June deadline. I’m already looking at writing conferences in the fall, ones where you can get pitch sessions with agents and editors. Spending all that money to go will be a waste if I don’t have a finished book to pitch.

    So I need to finish this editing pass by the end of June, so I can send it off to beta readers for feedback, and have time to do some polishing passes before October.

    October. Damn, I don’t want to still be working on this book by then.

    I’d better get back to writing.

    → 8:00 AM, May 3
  • Keeping Score: April 26, 2019

    1,594 words written this week.

    Those words have been pulled out of me, letter by letter. I have to open Scrivener and start reading the previous days' work as soon as I sit down to breakfast. If I wait till after I’ve finished, and let myself sink into Twitter or reading blog posts or magazines, I never get started.

    Even once I’ve started, I keep checking my word count. “Am I done yet? No? How about now? Now? This time?”

    I both can’t wait to be done with this rewrite, so I can move onto to the next project, and I don’t want to do the work necessary to finish it. It’s grinding, boring work, and – because I know even this draft is going to be imperfect – terrifying at the same time.

    Why am I doing this, again?

    Oh, yeah: because this story can’t be told without me. If I don’t write it, no one will know about Marcus, or Julia, or Franklin. No one will feel their pain, their fear, as I have. No one will rejoice at their triumphs.

    I owe it to them to finish. So that’s what I’ll do.

    → 8:16 AM, Apr 26
  • Keeping Score: April 19, 2019

    1,086 words this week, all for the novel edit, this time.

    Though I suppose calling what I’m doing a second draft would be more accurate. I’m not just reading through chapters, tweaking phrases and dialog. I’m rewriting some chapters wholesale, others I’m stitching together from bits and pieces of the previous draft like a linguistic version of Frankenstein’s monster.

    It’s hard to ignore that previous draft, sometimes, even when I know it’s wrong. Not just bad – though the writing certainly deserves the name vomit draft – but wrong. Wrong for the story, wrong for the characters, wrong for the book. And yet, the fact that its words are done, written there on the page, makes it tempting to use them. Even when I know I shouldn’t.

    So it’s easier to delete them, get them out of the way. Of course, then I’m staring at a blank page, that intimidating spotless thing. Who am I to rubbish it up, especially when I know this won’t be the last draft? These revisions will need revisions, and those will need tweaks, and those will need a polish.

    I resort to tricks, at that point. Lie to myself. “Just 50 words,” I’ll say, “and then you can go back to Twitter.” Or: “Just describe what this character feels right now. You’ll cut it later, but get it done now, just in case some of it’s good.”

    And once I’m going, it’s hard to stop. Even when the clock reminds me that it’s time to close up shop and head to the day job, to earn the money I use to keep my hobby – my art – going.

    Every day a new trick. A new lie. But every day the word count grows. The work takes shape. The story comes alive.

    → 8:19 AM, Apr 19
  • Keeping Score: April 12, 2019

    1,134 words written so far this week. So I’ve got some catchup work to do this weekend.

    About half of those words are from revising the flash fiction story I wrote at WonderCon. I tried to do it right this time: I put it aside for a week, sent it out to some very kind friends who were willing to read it, and then started working on it after I’d had a few days to digest their feedback.

    I feel like this second draft is orders of magnitude better than the first. Though even calling it a second draft is somewhat disingenuous; I’ve written three other drafts of the same idea (different characters) before, neither of which really worked. So in some ways I’ve been working on this story for just two weeks. In other ways, I’ve been working on it for (checks date on Scrivener) almost a year.

    Ye gods.

    Found another gem on Twitter this week, from writer A Lee Martinez, that I’d like to share. It pushed me to re-examine my own dialog tags, and tighten things up a bit in that short story I’m working on.

    The whole thread is good, but this is the bit that resonated with me:

    It's like this:
    "I don't know." He turned to her. "I don't."
    VS.
    He turned to her. "I don't know."
    Even something as minor as that can turn a sentence, turning a scene, turning a chapter, turning a whole book. It's not that every word matters, but the ones that do, really do
    I realized I tend to do the former a lot, particularly when I'm trying to mimic the cadence of real speech. But his tweet made me realize my writing would be stronger if I stopped using dialog tags and other interruptions as crutches, and just let the dialog speak for itself. True, that might mean changing the dialog. But the writing will be better for it.

    What about you? What piece of writing advice has made you change something, however minor, in your own writing?

    → 8:26 AM, Apr 12
  • Keeping Score: April 5, 2019

    Written 1,014 words so far this week. That’s a little short of my 1,500-word goal, but given I ended up with 3,805 words for last week, I’m going to give myself a bit of a break.

    I hit that awesome word count last week because of WorldCon. Partly because it was so inspiring. Partly because I had more time alone in which to write.

    But it was more than that. WonderCon made me feel like a writer.

    For maybe the first time, my imposter syndrome was flipped. I started seeing myself the way one of the panelists said we should see ourselves: that like superheroes, the day job is our secret identity, but in truth we’re writers.

    And I finally felt that way. Not only did I feel like a writer, I felt like myself. That it isn’t shameful to not be published yet, because everyone starts out unpublished. That it isn’t bad or a barrier to have a day job, because everyone needs a way to pay the bills.

    I even got to share this feeling. In the last panel, on “Writing the First Draft,” Jonathan Butler gave us all homework: to turn to the person sitting next to us, introduce ourselves, and build our support network of fellow writers.

    But when I turned to the woman sitting next to me and said “So, you’re a writer?”, she looked down and said, “What makes someone a writer?”

    I told her what Jonathan Maberry has told us at every Writers Coffeehouse, something I’m not sure I really believed until that moment: “Writers write. If you write, you’re a writer.”

    She smiled, and started telling me about the screenplay she’s working on.

    I might never see her again, but for that moment, I felt like we were friends, peers, fellow writers making our way along the path.

    It was an incredible moment, and for that feeling alone, that feeling of being at the same time an authentic writer and my real self, it was worth it to go to WonderCon.

    What about you? What moments have inspired you as a writer, or made you feel comfortable calling yourself a writer?

    → 8:28 AM, Apr 5
  • WonderCon 2019: Day Three

    Anaheim Train Station at Night, All Lit Up

    Last day of WonderCon arrived too quickly :(

    There were still plenty of good panels, though, with a great interview with Tom King in-between. And it was absolutely thrilling to see a friend of mine, local indie author J Dianne Dotson, share a panel with Cory Doctorow!

    All my notes are below. Looking forward to next year!

    Technology is Cold, People are Warm

    cory doctorow, j dianne dotson, michael grumley, s.b. divya, maura milan, maryelizabeth yturralde

    let's talk about making space for everyone by, maybe, making space-suits for everyone?

    • maura: there's a whole bunch of tech that people can modify into the suit, to accommodate themselves; for fashion, she tends to make everything black; it's kind of camouflage in a way
    • dianne: how fabulous can you make it and it's still fashionable? always wants style and function; wants to think space should be for denizens, not dilettantes; everyone should be able to go, in 2019, we should have suits that fit everyone on the international space station
    • s.b.: comes at it in an economic angle; money talks, it's often used as an excuse for not accommodating everyone; the way she approaches it in her fiction is protagonists from economically disadvantaged backgrounds having to use the tech designed for the advantaged
    • cory: works on a non-profit who wants to abolish the phrase "so easy your mom could use it", because it takes more ingenuity to use something when it wasn't designed with you in the room; "so easy your boss could use it" is a better phrase, since they're the ones bullying employees to bypass firewalls

    let's talk about some of the emotional aspects of interacting with tech (for example, apologizing to siri when asking q's)

    • maura: has book where "monitors" control the room, interact via holographic projection; you can't just order them around, though, you have to negotiate with them, or trick them
    • dianne: on the space station in her book, there's a variety of bots and drones to interact with; there's a character that has a problematic relationship with an AI that he's altered to resemble someone he used to be involved with
    • s.b.: fascinated by how tech impacts lives and relationships of people; any tech derived from our needs as human beings: to remember appointments or navigate a room or communicate with our family a long way away; teleporter's are cool, but become more impactful when think of what it can do for your life
    • cory: thinks most salient thing is not what it does but who it does it for and who it's designed for; likes exploring those power dynamics; in his book walkaway, explores the "how did that get there?" effect with the interaction of human beings and drones helping them build homes out of garbage

    another emotion we like to experience is security; problem with consuming or creating science fiction is the burden of knowledge; we have cool medical apps now, but also hackers that can go in and change medical records; how does that knowledge impact you personally?

    • s.b.: in her fiction, she turns it around; enjoys thinking about what we gain as we give up privacy; we expose ourselves to risk, but we gain so much: connections with family and friends, etc; likes the pendulum to swing both ways, showing the dark side of our tech and the bright mirror of what good things we could achieve if we wield these technologies appropriately?
    • dianne: comes from a place of wanting patient data being secure; informs how people in her books come into a medical situation, and the ethics of their privacy and possible manipulation
    • maura: something she worries about; with all the data she has to give to a company everytime she downloads an app; but there's always something about yourself that they can't get to; in her book, everyone knows a character's crimes, but no one knows what makes her tick, you have to make a personal connection in order to figure that out
    • cory: his motto: "this will all be so great if we don't screw it up"; skeptical of accounts that say we're indifferent to losing our privacy, just because we give our info to facebook; being with your friends is an unalloyed good, and we hope that we can control these companies with democratic solutions; best we can hope for is to use cryptographic tools and networks as tools to help us advocate for building a better state; there's no parallel world, no getting away from a state that is often captured by the powerful

    Spotlight on Tom King

    nothing but audience q&a :)

    recommends word balloon podcast, interviews with comics creators, awesome for people that want to break in, he listened and picked an origin story he wanted to follow -- brad meltzer's -- who wrote a novel, sent it to comics publishers, and got in

    The Art of Garbage: Writing the First Draft

    dr billy san juan, jonathan maberry, christine boylan, dr travis langley, dr janina scarlet, jonathan butler, danielle jaheaku

    how do you take that first seed and turn it into a first draft?

    • janina: lots of panic attacks and coffee; lots of late-night writing, lots of "this is the worst piece of garbage i've ever written"
    • maberry: process changes a lot; first novel, had no expectation of selling it, just wanted to see if he liked doing it and wrote something he'd like to read; hated it at various times, but wrote an outline and basically wrote to the outline; now writes the ending first, and aims for the ending; writes an outline but doesn't stick to it; "first draft is you telling the story to you, cut yourself a break" (ray bradbury)
    • christine: there's a huge different between an assignment and something you're writing on your own; some plays have taken her 10 years, and some episodes of tv she wrote in a weekend; sometime you're first draft is what's on the board in the writer's room, second draft is the outline, third draft is the first full crack at it (and might be the last)
    • travis: for him, writing nonfiction, the first draft is the book proposal

    how do you overcome the "this is terrible" voice?

    • butler: it needs to be really rough and ugly, the first draft, so those feelings of "it's terrible" come with the territory; you should feel that it needs work early on, those are good instincts, but you've got to ignore them to get the draft done
    • danielle: for her students, the hardest part is often getting started; she tells them to just write it down; don't worry about what it looks like, if you get wrapped up in self-doubt, you'll never get it down
    • maberry: a lot of us get hit with imposter syndrome; each freaking books, even the pros reach a point about 2/3 through where they email their friends saying "this is going to be the book that sinks me"; we never lose our insecurity
    • christine: yes, that text or that email that says "i'm done, i'm going to walk into the sea"; get a group of people you can send those texts to, so they can give you a reality check (and you can do the same for them)
    • butler: don't leave this room without those people; we're all here to do the same thing
    • christine: definitely work on yourself; do self-care; do not try to get rid of that voice; but pushing against it will give you the energy to do your work
    • travis: writer's group is so important, yes, even if they're outside of your genre or your area of writing; also having deadlines with that group can give you motivation to finish things
    • maberry: started the writers' coffeehouses because when he was writing his first novel he thought all the problems he was having were things that were unique to him; the coffeehouses give you a chance to see other writers going through the same problems and trade solutions
    • janina: likes the writing groups because she noticed we tend to be more compassionate to others' writing than we are to our own; these anxieties show up because we care, because we love this product so much, and we want to put it out there and see other people enjoy it; for her, keeping that person who's going to read it in mind has helped her through the dips in the process
    → 8:13 AM, Apr 3
  • Keeping Score: March 29, 2019

    Something V. E. Schwab tweeted earlier this week really struck me:

    It's often hard to start, but wow, I always forget how much BETTER I feel after writing/editing/working. It's like a pressure valve. My chest feels looser. My head feels quiet.
    Could not agree more. Particularly this week, when I put off working on the novel for...well...most of the week, only to finally sit down on Thursday and bang out most of my word count.

    And it was like a spring uncoiled inside me. My shoulders relaxed. I realized I hadn’t listened to music all week, either, but after writing I finally felt like listening again. I felt like singing.

    I hope I don’t forget that feeling, today, tomorrow, or next week.

    Particularly today, when I’ve only got 1,034 words in towards my 1,500-word goal. The number’s a bit of a jumbled mess; I’ve hit the point where I’m leaving most scenes intact, but still need to rewrite whole sections to make it work. So I’m taking the total word count for each scene, dividing it by two, and moving on.

    That means I need to go through 1,000 words this weekend in order to hit my goal. Note to self: remember how good it feels to be done writing? Hold onto that.

    What about you? Do you find you’re more relaxed after writing? Or is it like taking a bite of your favorite pie, and once you get going you never want to stop?

    → 8:24 AM, Mar 29
  • Keeping Score: March 22, 2019

    Only 751 words written so far this week. Seems I’ll be playing catch-up again this weekend.

    I’ve had some trouble writing the new scenes, particularly dialog. I want to be sure to capture each character’s unique way of speaking, along with their thoughts and feelings in the moment, all the while maintaining the right intensity level for the scene.

    It leads to doubt, which leads to feeling blocked. Which means no words.

    To unblock me, I’m trying something new: let them swing for the fences. As in, instead of internalizing something like:

    I wanted to tell him to go to hell. But I knew I shouldn't, because that might set him off again. Get me in trouble with the Warden.
    I go ahead and let the characters say what they want to say:
    "Go to hell," I blurted. "You've wanted my job for years, and you're just looking for an excuse to take it. But I'll be damned if you'll get it without a fight."
    ...and then, sure, they get in trouble. But it's more interesting to write, it's easier to write, actually, and hopefully it's more interesting to read.

    What about you? How do you get over the fear and doubt that come from staring at a blank page?

    → 8:00 AM, Mar 22
  • Keeping Score: March 15, 2019

    Wrote 971 words this week towards the second draft.

    That’s short of the 1,500 words I’d like to produce by the end of the week, so I’ll have to do some catch-up work this weekend.

    I’m not too worried though. Even though I’m terrified of sucking every time I sit down to write, once I get over my fears and actually do it, everything flows. It’s like I know who these characters are, I know where and when everything is taking place. I finally have a solid grasp of what their story is and where it’s going.

    I’m hoping this won’t turn into a complete rewrite. Not that I can’t do it – I feel like I actually could, no question – but I don’t know that I could do it in time to meet my self-imposed June deadline.

    I don’t think that’ll have to happen, though. I’m writing new scenes now, but later on I should be able to take scenes I’ve got and just tweak them a bit to make them match the new story beats.

    How do you choose which parts to keep and which parts to re-work completely when editing something? Do you lean more towards keeping what’s there, or are you more inclined to tear it up and start over?

    → 8:03 AM, Mar 15
  • Keeping Score: March 8, 2019

    Finally getting back to the good part: the writing.

    Or rather, the re-writing.

    Finished off the sequential outline earlier this week, after going back through the workbook outline and my manuscript to slot in missing scenes.

    Then I took all the scenes from the first draft and shoved them into a single folder, marked “Original.” That way I can keep them around for reference, and pull what I need from them, without them being in the way of the scenes I need to completely rewrite.

    Starting with the opening sequence.

    Early feedback on those scenes said they lacked tension, and they were right. Thankfully, after going through the workbook, I’ve got much better ideas for them. I’m going to introduce some antagonists earlier than before, and tie the bigger conflict arc to their early conflicts with the protagonist.

    I will, most likely, eff up these scene drafts, too. But they’ll be better than before. And hopefully, if I get the story beats at least down correctly, I can work more on language and dialog later.

    → 9:03 AM, Mar 8
  • Keeping Score: March 1, 2019

    Finished the workbook’s version of the outline. Finally.

    Now I’ve just got to take that outline, plus my other notes from the workbook, plus the existing novel, and hash it all together into a regular, scene-by-scene, linear outline.

    Easy, right?

    Maybe it would be, if I didn’t feel so demotivated all of a sudden. Every time I reach for the outline to work on it, I can feel my shoulders sag. I feel like reading, or doing laundry, or scrolling through Twitter, or even working on one of the short stories I’ve got waiting in the queue. Anything but keep working on that outline.

    I’m tempted to skip it, and just dive back into writing. No notes, no plan, just go.

    But that’ll end up with me making another messy draft, won’t it? I’ll just have to go back through it and do the same exercises, all over again.

    So I plod on. Maybe I’ll give myself some time off next week, reduce my writing days to 2 or 3 instead of 5. Allow myself to work on something else, try to recharge the batteries.

    Wish me luck.

    → 9:00 AM, Mar 1
  • Keeping Score: February 22, 2019

    I’m two-thirds of the way through the workbook’s version of the outline.

    I say workbook’s version, because it’s not linear. It doesn’t go scene by scene by scene. Instead, it groups scenes by their impact on the story: the five most important beats on the way to the resolution of the protagonists' main problem, etc.

    So even once I’m done with it, I’ll need to draw up a second outline, one with everything in order, so I know where and when to drop each of the elements from the workbook’s outline.

    This is becoming more work than I thought.

    I’m starting to worry if it’s all necessary. If I’m hiding behind the outline, instead of diving in to get the edits done. Certainly outlining feels like work, like good work, brainstorming different ways scenes could go. But it’s not writing the actual book, it’s just prep.

    And I must confess I have some trepidation about writing the new scenes. They’re all going to be first drafts, which means they’ll be bad, and need revision later. But those revisions will mean changes to other areas, probably, which’ll mean more edits for the altered scenes.

    I worry that I’m looking at a chain of revisions, extending through the rest of the year and beyond.

    In some ways, it might be nice to have a deadline, and someone to send it to. Then I could see an end to the chain of editing, or at least a point where I’m forced to hang up my keyboard and say “no more.”

    Perhaps I should choose one, then. According to my notes, I started working on the ideas and characters for this book in June of 2017. Two years isn’t too bad a time to spend working on a novel.

    So I’ll target being done with these revisions by June 30, and thus having the book ready to go out to beta readers at the very least, if not agents.

    There. Now I have to get past the outline stage and get cracking on writing new scenes. I’ve got a deadline to meet.

    → 9:03 AM, Feb 22
  • Keeping Score: February 15, 2019

    The novel keeps changing.

    I’m trying to pull all the threads from the workbook together, so I know what edits I need to make. I’ve been using the outline template from the workbook, which has been surprisingly helpful.

    But as I do so, I keep having more ideas, better ideas, that ripple out and change the book. One of my characters has gone from being a Senator, to a corporate auditor, to a DOJ Investigator. The key scene between my protagonist and one of the secondary characters that makes him switch sides, which was weakly motivated before, now has the solid footing of a quid pro quo exchange (tied to one of the protagonists' plot layers).

    Once again, I’m glad I’m taking the time to do this work. I was skeptical of the workbook’s outline at first, but in going through the process, I’m learning a lot about my story and my characters. Some of its seeing how much I really do know about the world, and some of its seeing those connections that I didn’t before.

    So it looks like I’ll be lucky to finish the outline by the end of this month. But it’ll be a damn good outline, once it’s done.

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 15
  • Keeping Score: February 8, 2019

    I’ve finished the workbook!

    Well, finished as much of it as I can. There’s a few exercises that I’ll need to come back to.

    One says to take every scene in the book and choose one detail to heighten, which is something I’ll want to do after I’ve written the new scenes and re-arranged the ones I have.

    Another had me write a pitch, and then follow-up by coming back to the pitch in a week and winnowing it down some more. That’ll obviously have to wait.

    But I’m done with the bulk of the exercises. Now all I have to do is put them into practice.

    So next week I’ll be combing through the workbook, pulling notes and scene ideas out and combining them with the notes I have from own first read-through.

    There’s going to be a lot of changes, so I’ll need some way to keep track of them all. I think I’ll start by writing out a new outline, sketching out the scenes (new, changed, and existing) in order. That’ll give me something to compare to the novel as it exists now, a guide to what needs to change.

    I might also work up a timeline, just to be sure everything’s in place, and maybe even a map of the setting, to fix everything in my mind.

    Hopefully I can get all that done in a week, and then start on the edits the following week.

    I have no idea how long those’ll take. This is my first time doing this – editing a novel top-to-bottom using more than just my own gut instincts – and I want to do it well, or at least as well as I’m capable of doing it.

    If it takes me all year, that’s fine. So long as keep at it, and finish it.

    → 9:15 AM, Feb 8
  • Keeping Score: February 1, 2019

    I’m almost done with the Breakout Novel Workbook. Only seven exercises left to go, which I might be able to knock out by the end of next week, assuming I double-up some days.

    Even as I enter the last part of the book, the novel keeps changing. One of the last exercises was on marking changes in how the characters see each other, which pushed me to ask why Character X comes to see Character Y favorably, which led me to alter a scene so those two characters were in it (instead of the original two), which opened up new connections I hadn’t seen before between events very early in the book and the arrival of Character X, which led to…a whole cascade of changes.

    All good changes, I think. The workbook emphasizes connections – between characters, between actions, between subplots – and each change is making the parts of the book more connected. With each change, it’s almost like I can feel the various plot threads pulling together, tightening up.

    And I need that tautness, that tension. I want this story to be so tight it hums.

    I’m even starting to see where the lessons of the workbook can be applied to the short stories I’ve been shopping around. Ways to make their stories more personal, more powerful. Once I finish the workbook, I might practice some of those techniques on the short stories before tackling the novel. None of the stories have sold, so it can’t hurt, right?

    → 9:00 AM, Feb 1
  • Keeping Score: January 25, 2019

    I’m almost two-thirds of the way through the Breakout Novel workbook, now.

    The exercises seem to be getting easier. I’m not sure if that’s because I’m resisting them less, or because I’m just getting used to the idea of needing to punch up the book. Definitely not because they’re any less work; most of the exercises end with a variation of “all that work you did? great. now repeat it ten times, for other parts of your novel.”

    Things are starting to fall together, though. Changes inspired by one exercise are rippling through the others, presenting new opportunities for making the book better.

    For example, one exercise had me work through the story from the perspective of my antagonists. Thinking about what would make their lives harder pushed me to change the occupation of one of my protagonists, and that opened up new ways to make her story intersect with the other characters in interesting ways.

    I know that each change I contemplate is creating more work for myself down the line, when I start to actually implement these changes in the novel. But I’m excited about the work, actually, not intimidated. I feel these changes really will make my novel better.

    I might not succeed in pulling them off, true. But if I don’t push myself, if I don’t try to make them, I’ll never get any better at this. And that would be worse than failing.

    → 9:02 AM, Jan 25
  • Keeping Score: January 18, 2019

    Ever had a week where you feel like a failure? When even the things that go right don’t go right enough to balance out the things that go wrong?

    That’s what this week was for me.

    Not on the writing front, thank goodness. But in my day job, in the work that keeps me fed and clothed and housed. This week it felt like nothing I did there was good enough, for anyone, and it’s had me looking forward to the weekend like nothing else.

    Thank goodness for my writing. Even as I work through the Breakout Novel Workbook, finding flaws in my novel, I don’t feel defeated. I feel energized, like I finally have full control over something. There’s no committee going to tell me to leave a scene as-is to meet an arbitrary deadline. No coworker to stomp on my dialog choices because they think things should be phrased differently.

    No, this novel is mine, like nothing else is. I can do what I want with it, fix it the way I want to fix it, polish it until it gleams.

    It’s a powerful feeling, and a solace during such a hard week. Editing this novel is going to be a lot of work, but it’s work no one can stop me from doing.

    → 8:53 AM, Jan 18
  • Keeping Score: January 11, 2019

    Again, no words written this week. Staying focused on editing the novel, and submitting existing short stories.

    One of the stories I submitted last week has already been rejected by the market I sent it to; I need to pick another market and send it back out, hopefully by the end of today.

    Otherwise, I’m still plowing through the Breakout Novel workbook. I’m still managing to get through about one exercise a day, though some of them are longer (and thus harder) than others.

    Each time I feel like skipping one, I push myself to work through it. And I feel like skipping them a lot; this is adding up to a lot of work. But I tell myself I’m in no rush, I’ve got no deadlines. And I’m the only one who can fix my story. If I don’t put in the work to make it better, no one else will.

    And the exercises are paying off, so far. Even the frustrating ones end up generating some good ideas. Sometimes it takes a few hours for things to shuffle around in my head and then suddenly click into place, but that’s ok. Those sorts of lightning-strike insights I wouldn’t have otherwise are exactly why I’m doing this.

    → 8:54 AM, Jan 11
  • Keeping Score: January 4, 2019

    Absolutely 0 words written this week.

    But! I’ve not been idle. I submitted two short stories (to different markets), and I’ve been making progress on editing my most recent novel.

    The week of Christmas I was able to do a first read-through, making notes as I went. I ignored things like word choice or sentence structure, and looked for higher-level problems: scenes where the characters' actions were inconsistent, or the physics of the place didn’t match up, or where the timeline didn’t make sense.

    I found a lot of problems that I’ll have to fix. But I was happy to find that I still like the characters, and their story, and want to make it the best version I can.

    So this week I cracked open my copy of Writing the Breakout Novel: Workbook, by Donald Maas. Jonathan Maberry recommended it at one of the last Writers' Coffeehouses; he told us that he buys a new one for each novel he writes, and works through it as part of his editing process. So I’m giving it a shot.

    The book is basically a writing workshop in written form. Each chapter describes a writing technique, a way to improve your manuscript, and ends with exercises to push you to use that technique in your own novel.

    I’ve gotten through 6 chapters so far, and while I balked at first (“don’t you tell me my protagonist isn’t heroic enough,” my internal rebel snarled), when I forced myself to work through them, the exercises generated a lot of new ideas for the book. Nothing too radical, as yet, but definite ways to make what I’ve got better, to make my characters' personalities clearer and my scenes more interesting.

    So I plan to keep going, working through one chapter a day. That’ll put me on track to have it completed by the end of the month, at which point I can start collating all these ideas and plan out the editing passes I’m going to make on the book.

    The goal is to have all the editing passes finished and it ready to submit to agents by the end of the year.

    Wish me luck.

    → 8:55 AM, Jan 4
  • Rebooting My Writing Brain

    When I finished the first draft of the latest novel two weeks ago, I told myself I could take the rest of the year off. Maybe do some editing of a few short stories, but no real work till the first of the year, when I planned to dive into editing the novel.

    So, of course, I’m already outlining my next book.

    It surprised me. For a good week there it felt weird to not be writing, but also rather good. I had more time to exercise, to study French, to simply read again.

    But then I read Cicero, followed by Legion vs Phalanx, and that connected up with an idea for a YA novel I’ve had bouncing around in my head, and suddenly I’m writing down characters and plot points and trying to work this story into shape.

    It’s like a damned addiction, this writing thing.

    I’m not keeping score, though; not yet. I want time to think things over, to brainstorm and throw ideas away, before committing to daily, serious work.

    For now, it’s time to play.

    → 9:00 AM, Dec 7
  • Writers Coffeehouse: December 2018

    Another great coffeehouse! Since it’s December, we had a bit of a holiday pot-luck: people brought EggNog (spiked and not-spiked), cookies, candy canes, and wine. They also collected Toys for Tots, and even lit the first two candles of a menorah in honor of the first night (upcoming) of Hanukkah.

    Lots of people had just wrapped up NaNoWriMo, so there was a lot of good news to go around. Biggest news was probably Henry Herz getting published in Highlights for Children, which is (apparently) a wickedly hard market to crack.

    My notes are below. Congrats to Henry and all the NaNoWriMo winners! And, as always, many thanks to Mysterious Galaxy for hosting us, and Jonathan Maberry for running the Coffeehouse!

    • the one golden rule: no writer bashing; like or dislike the twilight books or da vinci code, but they opened doors for thousands of other writers and injected billions into the books industry
    • san diego writer's festival: april 13th, central library, similar folks to the festival of books
    • option prices have dropped a lot since the recession; standard is now $5K, but can include lots of extras, like five-star treatment to get to set, executive producer credit (paycheck per episode), royalties per tv episode, etc
    • remember that your agent is a business partner; don't be afraid to contact them, but don't think they're your best friends, they work for you, and you can learn a lot from them; agents love writers that are business savvy
    • nov and dec used to be a bad time for agents, but since it's the slow season, it's a good time to submit to them; ditto pitches to editors of magazines for articles to write
    • "we're looking for original stories, not original submission practices"
    • when selling anthology to publisher, need a few big names on there so they feel that it'll definitely sell
    • maberry: budgets 10 min out of every hour for social media; has a lot of pages and has to manage them, and manage his time on them
    • henry herz: got article accepted into highlights magazine! very hard market to crack
    • january coffeehouse will be about pitching; will also do sample panel
    • on a panel: they're looking for a celebrity, need people to be a little larger-than-life; sometimes audience will ask questions they know the answers to, just to hear a celebrity say it
    • being a panelist is a skill; you need to be a slightly different version of yourself that the public will accept as "writer"
    • neil gaiman is naturally very awkward; had to hire an acting coach to script out appearances so people will get to see the "neil gaiman" they come to see
    • pitching, being on a panel, these are all skills you need to practice, but they *are* skills you can develop and improve, even if you're a complete introvert
    • exercise: pick your favorite novel (or movie), and pitch it as if you wrote it; something you know well enough to do without notes
    • need to be good at it and comfortable with friends so that when in front of agents you aren't so scared and vulnerable
    • people are more comfortable with peers than with people that put them on a pedestal
    • recommends using donald maas' workbook on writing the breakout novel; the way it's intended is after a first draft is done, makes you drill deeper into the book
    • also: don't revise until after you've waited a month and then also read the whole thing through again
    • finally: do revising in waves; handle one change at a time, to make them manageable
    • unsure whether to make book a mystery or fantasy? write the book you'd have the most fun writing; if unsure of audience, pick the one you'd have fun writing for and go all in
    → 9:11 AM, Dec 3
  • Keeping Score: November 21, 2018

    At 67,010 words, the novel’s done!

    Been writing at a good clip while on vacation this week; almost 7,000 just since last Wednesday (!)

    And of course, I already have a list of things I need to go back and fix. Characters that need to be combined. Personalities that need to be made consistent throughout the book. Even events that need to be reworked, because I changed my mind part-way through, so the latter consequences of the event doesn’t match the thing itself anymore.

    But those can come later. For now, the first draft is done, and just in time for Turkey Day :)

    Hope everyone has a Happy Thanksgiving (in the US), and a successful NaNoWriMo, if you’re participating!

    → 8:11 AM, Nov 21
  • Keeping Score: November 12, 2018

    Another week down: 2,295 words written!

    Not all of those were for the novel, though. I’ve decided I want to try my hand at posting more here: more essays, more organized notes, etc. I know I won’t do it if it means taking time away from hitting my word count goals, so I’m making a change to the way I keep score: from now on, I’m counting words written for a blog essay as half.

    So, for example, writing up a 900-word essay would count 450 words towards my weekly goal.

    At the same time, I’m raising my weekly word count goal, to 2,500 words. I’ve been hitting the 2,250-word goal for eight weeks now. It’s time to stretch a bit further, and adding in essays to the word count should make 2,500 achievable. And even if I don’t write any essays in a week, it’s only 50 words extra per day.

    Wish me luck!

    → 9:00 AM, Nov 12
  • Keeping Score: October 29, 2018

    Last week was my first week back to a regular writing schedule, after traveling in Ireland for almost two weeks.

    I worried I wouldn’t be able to jump right in to writing at my previous pace, but I hit a writing streak on Friday, and blew past my writing goal: 2,400 words written!

    And thank goodness, because next month I’ll have been working on the book for a year. I’m ready to finish it off, and move on to the next project. (Well, until I come back and edit this one).

    Very much hoping to be done with it before the end of the year. Would be nice to head into the holidays with the work complete, and have earned a little break from the daily word mines.

    → 8:14 AM, Oct 29
  • Keeping Score: October 1, 2018

    Scraped by this week’s word goal: 2,258 words.

    The next week or two are going to be spotty, writing-wise. I’ll be in Ireland starting Thursday, partly for work and partly for fun, so between prepping for the trip and going on the trip and then recovering from the trip, there might not be much time for writing.

    I will have a rather long plane-ride there (and one on the return), so I’ll try to get what I can done then. Other than that, my schedule will probably be so screwy I won’t be able to carve out any regular writing time.

    I’m going to give myself a pass on this time, though. I’ve been working on the book almost a year now; hobbling along for a week or two while I’m traveling seems like a small delay, in the scheme of things.

    → 7:50 AM, Oct 1
  • Keeping Score: September 24, 2018

    Wrote 2,404 words last week! That makes three weeks in a row I’ve managed to hit my new, higher target.

    And I hit another milestone, as well: the novel passed 50,000 words!

    I worried several times that maybe I didn’t have enough “story” there to hit 50K, and make it a proper novel. But I’m already there, and I haven’t yet hit the climax.

    I should top out at around 60K, which’d be a nice size for trimming later on. A short novel, true, but a novel nevertheless.

    Onward!

    → 8:03 AM, Sep 24
  • Keeping Score: September 17, 2018

    2,306 words written this week!

    I’m trying to let go a little more this week. As in, stop worrying so much about what would be realistic and worry more about what’d be interesting. To approach the new scenes and descriptions thinking “what would be cool?” rather than “what would be expected?”

    Again, I don’t know if this approach will make the book any better. No way to tell until it’s done. But it is making it both more challenging (I have to think things through a bit more) and more fun (anything goes! so long as I can describe whatever it is).

    I’m heading into the final stretch of the novel, so I’m giving myself more liberty to experiment. Since I know where I’m going now, and who’s taking me there, I guess I feel more free to play around.

    I’ll probably just end up making more problems for myself down the line, but for now, I’m just enjoying flexing my wings a little bit.

    → 8:09 AM, Sep 17
  • Keeping Score: September 10, 2018

    I did it! Hit the new word count goal: 2,285 words written last week!

    Again, I wrote most of them on the weekend. Mornings last week were consumed with vacation planning, as the trip we’re taking to Ireland in October is coming up fast. Had to get everything booked before it sells out, so that took priority over my writing during the week.

    But I still got it done!

    Pushing closer to the climax. Even this close to being done, though, I’m still finding things that I wrote earlier that I’ll need to change.

    For example, while writing one scene, I realized the character I’d planned to have in it to do a certain thing couldn’t be there, because he wouldn’t do that thing; it just wouldn’t make sense for his character. So I had to change the scene mid-stream, as it were, and finish it out with a different character in mind (and even a different action, so the plot’s changing, too).

    I suppose I should expect this by now, though. The book isn’t going to be right the first time, and I’m going to have to go back over it multiple times until it is right. I suppose I should be grateful I’m able to see any mistakes now, instead of having to wait for them to be pointed out to me by beta readers later (though I’m sure they’ll find more when they go through it).

    So I’m keeping the higher weekly word count for now. Not sure what I’ll do when it comes time for the Ireland trip. Either take some time off, or maybe, just maybe, I’ll be done before then?

    → 7:51 AM, Sep 10
  • Keeping Score: September 3, 2018

    2,050 words written this week!

    That’s five weeks in a row of hitting my goal of 2,000 words. I’m consistently churning out 400 - 500 words a day, 5 days a week.

    Hard to believe I was having trouble with just 250 words a day only a few months back.

    So it’s time to up my goal once again. I’m targeting 2,250 words this week. Just an extra 50 words a day, but it’ll get me to the end of this first draft that much faster.

    Speaking of which, I’m closing in on the tentpole event that will set off the last act of the book. I got the idea from Jim Butcher’s excellent post on how to handle the mushy middle, and it’s really helped me focus on something other than the climax to keep the book on track.

    I’m also trying to embrace Peter Clines' advice to accept that the first draft will suck. It’s still hard for me to turn off me inner editor, but I’m trying to give myself more freedom to play in this draft.

    If I’ll have to go back and fix it anyway, why not have some fun with it first?

    → 8:34 AM, Sep 3
  • Keeping Score: August 27, 2018

    Wrote 2,023 words this week!

    This means I not only met my goal, but the book’s crossed over 40K words!

    It’s an arbitrary number, but since I’m estimating the final count’s going to be somewhere between 50K and 60K, it feels like I’m in the home stretch.

    Of course, I keep noticing mistakes I’ve made, earlier in the draft. This week I realized I’d gotten the geometry of the setting completely wrong. I’ll need to do an editing pass (once this draft is done) just to fix the blocking, movement, and descriptions of the place.

    But I’m sticking to the advice I got from the Writers' Coffeehouse: to keep writing as if I’ve fixed the issues, and just keep notes for what I should rewrite later. It’s helped me keep moving forward, and kept me from getting discouraged.

    → 8:10 AM, Aug 27
  • Keeping Score: August 20, 2018

    Blew past the word count goal this week: 2,133 words written!

    I realized yesterday that I’m almost at 40,000 words. Since I expect this novel to be brief (about 50K or so), at my current pace I’ll be done in about five weeks.

    Five weeks!

    Who knows if I’ll actually be finished at 50K, but it’s exciting to think about putting this first draft to rest. Feels like I’ve been working on this novel forever. It’s only been nine months, though, and it’ll be close to a year before I’m done.

    Ok, not done exactly, but at least done with the first draft of it.

    I’d like to get into a pace where I can finish (as in, draft, revise, stick a fork in it, ship it finished) a novel a year. I’m not quite there yet; if I finish this one by October, I’d only have a month to do all the edits it needs, which likely won’t be enough time.

    It’d be better if I could revise one book while writing another. I haven’t been able to master that trick yet; the one book takes up so much head space for me that it’s all I can do to occasionally spit out a short story or two while I’m in the middle of the draft.

    Maybe I could find a way to edit on weekends, and work on the new draft during the week? Or vice-versa?

    Not sure what’s best. I just know once this draft is done I’ll have four novels that are finished drafts, but not finished pieces. And that’s starting to bug me. I need to be sending these out, trying to land an agent. But that’s hard to do when they’re not in any shape I want a professional to see them in.

    Do you revise one book while writing another? How do you do it?

    → 7:50 AM, Aug 20
  • Keeping Score: August 13, 2018

    Hit the new goal again this week: 2,016 words written.

    Wrote almost 900 of those in a single day: Saturday. Not great to be writing on a weekend, I suppose, but better than having to write both days.

    I’ve noticed I seem to need two days off writing, no matter what. Whether that’s Saturday and Sunday, or Monday and Tuesday, there’s always a gap somewhere in the week where I have to accept I won’t get any writing done.

    I’m also apparently fairly sensitive to work stress when writing. If the week starts out hard, I’m likely as not going to be playing catch up on my writing over the weekend. Stress at work seems to soak up all the free space in my head, making me feel like I can’t think about anything else.

    Not sure if that’s an unhealthy reaction or not. From one perspective: shouldn’t my writing be an escape from what’s going on around me? From another: how can I possibly devote energy and time to being creative when I’m worried about my livelihood?

    → 3:14 PM, Aug 13
  • Keeping Score: August 6, 2018

    So: I didn’t make it to this month’s Writers Coffeehouse. Missed seeing everyone, and checking in on how their own writing is going.

    But I did hit my new writing goal: 2,033 words this week!

    Granted, I wrote most of them on the weekend, writing ~600 words each on Saturday and Sunday. But I tell myself that what matters is that the draft gets written, not when it happens. Progress is progress.

    For the novel itself, I seem to have turned a corner in the writing. I’m framing each scene now as a contest between two more characters, and letting the thing spill out from them battling it out (not always with fists).

    I don’t know if the writing is better necessarily (this is a first draft, after all), but it’s easier, which means I can relax a bit and have more fun with it.

    I also keep getting ideas on how to improve the first novel I wrote, years ago. Once this draft is done, I might have to go back and re-work that older book, just to scratch that itch.

    → 7:35 AM, Aug 6
  • Keeping Score: July 30, 2018

    Managed to write 1,784 words last week. I thought I’d get more done, with my wife out of town, and all those empty nights ahead of me, waiting to be filled with words.

    But it turned out that with the construction still going on in our house, at the end of the work day I felt like nothing more than curling up on the couch with the pups and binging the last season of Portlandia.

    Thankfully my wife’s coming home Tuesday (yay!) and with her here I should be able to get back to a regular writing schedule.

    I also noticed I’ve hit my word goal for 6 weeks running now. Time to up the count again.

    So I’ve upped it another page, to 2,000 words per week. That means I need to write 400 words a day during the week to hit the goal. Either that, or play catch-up every weekend, which…no thanks. I’d rather have my weekends free :)

    We’ll see how it goes. I’ve still got that penalty hanging over me if I don’t make it, to push me along when I slow down. I haven’t had to face it yet; I hope I never do.

    → 8:13 AM, Jul 30
  • Keeping Score: June 8, 2018

    Hit my word count again this week. This makes 12 weeks in a row. 12 weeks where I’ve written 1,500 words, whether I was at home, or on vacation, or sick, or hungover, or working overtime.

    It’s time to up the ante.

    I’m going up a page, and setting next week’s goal at 1,750 words.

    It looks like a small raise, but it feels like a stretch. There’s been several weeks where I cleared 1,500 words by just a single word or two. Weeks where I had to write Saturday and Sunday to make my count.

    But I’d like to do more. I’d like to start sending short stories out again. That means taking time to edit them, and upping my word count is one way to force me to do that.

    I’ve also got three novels in draft form that I need to revise. If I’m going to clear that backlog, I’m going to have to knuckle down and start plowing through it.

    So wish me luck! Or better yet, wish me energy and willpower. I’m going to need all three :)

    → 8:05 AM, Jun 8
  • Keeping Score: May 21, 2018

    Haven’t posted in a bit. We’ve been ramping up the search for a house this month, and between looking and inspecting and filling out paperwork, I haven’t had much room in my head for anything else.

    I have kept up my writing, though. Having that deadline hanging over my head, and the punishment that would come with missing it, has pushed me to get things done. I’ve just made my word count every week, even if that meant writing half of them on Saturday in a mad rush to keep from missing the target.

    Most of those words have been for the novel, though I’ve not dropped the short story. After getting some harsh (but accurate) feedback from a beta reader, I realized it needed a full rewrite. That’s almost complete, and I think the new version is much stronger. There may even be a novel lurking in there, in the background of that world.

    Thankfully, that novel’s not too distracting…yet. What has been distracting is how my ideas for how best to write the novel keep changing, right in the middle of this first draft. I’m now curious to try my hand at writing more from a third-person omniscient point of view, which would be a complete change from the novel’s current POV. I’m also re-thinking character histories and motivations, which would be an abrupt change this far through.

    I’m telling myself to write these ideas down, and come back to them later. Get the first draft done, get the story out there, and then use these ideas during the editing process, if they’re needed. Otherwise, I worry that if I keep changing course, I’ll never finish the book.

    → 8:13 AM, May 21
  • Writers Coffeehouse, May 2018

    Another solid Coffeehouse. Scott Sigler returned for hosting duties, and he ran a tight ship, taking us from topic to topic while still giving everyone a chance to speak up.

    Last hour or so of the Coffeehouse was just rapid-fire “what are your current issues?” questions for Scott, which he handled with honesty and poise.

    Got some really good advice out of this one. Here are my notes:

    invizium.com: writer trying to break into book trailers

    J Dianne Dotson: BOOK OUT MAY 29th; worldwide distribution via ingram spark; book trailer is up; signing at Mysterious Galaxy in june

    art vs business: are we artists or business people?

    • think in terms of ratings: numbers that are too small for big pubs are great for smaller ones
    • don't chase trends
    • if you do what you like, consistently, you can find your audience
    any place you can go where you can meet editors and agents is worth it

    check twitter, #mswl, manuscript wish list, agents and editors tweet what they’re looking for

    when is it ok to promote? don’t be afraid to ask, but be polite

    polite persistence is the cornerstone of becoming a published author with a publishing house

    how to follow up with editor or agent you meet in person? wait a week, email them, say how you met and what you talked about, short pitch, then wait a month and email again, repeat till you hear back

    editing aids? dianne really likes the hemingway app, can just put your text in there and it’ll catch sentences that are too long, stuff like that, and it’s free; best to do scene by scene, look for trends you didn’t know were there

    self pubbing is now the minor leagues; if you sell 5,000 or 10,000 copies, your next query letter is much much stronger

    don’t wait; if you’ve written a book and no one wants to pick it up, self-publish it and move on to the next book

    for your website, social media: pick your writing name, and grab that domain now, use it everywhere

    also: grab every free email account with that handle, so no one else can

    scott recommends the book “save the cat”, it’s about screenwriting, but has a few chapters about pitching that applies just as well to books

    don’t shut down social media as political statement; just go fallow; online real estate is just as valuable as physical real estate

    beta-readers: can be good for picking up basic reader questions (plot holes, likable characters, etc), but beware when they start commenting on your style

    suggestion: test out beta readers with one chapter, before sending them the whole book

    you all have your own writing style, you just have to get better at it

    aln: local writer’s meetup group; totally free, they pick a subject out of a hat, 30 min writing, then critique

    scott’s advice: if you’re in a slump, go write some fan fiction, get the brain turning and then come back

    one writer recommends: rachel arron: 2k to 10k, she rereads that book whenever she gets into a slump, good advice on structure, etc

    aon timeline syncs with scrivener now; can use it as timeline app and push to scrivener

    scott color-codes the index cards for scenes in scrivener by pov character, lets him easily see who needs a scene

    other writer: pantser, she writes an outline after the fact, uses it to guide her second draft

    if you put up trailers on youtube, watch their viewing stats to see where people fall off watching to learn what to do better on the next one

    try to keep trailer to 30 seconds, minute at the most

    → 8:18 AM, May 8
  • Keeping Score: April 20, 2018

    Another blow out week! Wrote 2,519 words (whew!).

    Most of them were for the new novel, but, like last week, one of the writing exercises I did turned into a short story I’m going to polish and try to sell. I also did a second draft of the short story from last week, which even though it only counted for half, still added ~400 words to my total.

    I didn’t think I could work on multiple pieces at once, but so far it’s not been an issue. If anything, I find I come to the novel work with a more playful attitude, a willingness to experiment, that I didn’t have before. I don’t know if that’s translating into better writing, but I’m enjoying it more, so that’s something :)

    If I can sustain this pace, and I hope I can, I’ll need to up my weekly goal again. I don’t think I’ll leap all the way up to 2,000 words, though. Going up to 1,750 should be fine.

    But let’s see if I can keep up this pace for another week, first.

    → 8:26 AM, Apr 20
  • Keeping Score: April 13, 2018

    Blew through my writing goal this week: 2,431 words written.

    Not all of them were for the new novel, though. I’ve been working my way through Ursula K LeGuin’s Steering the Craft, which has a set of writing exercises for each chapter. Yesterday’s exercise was supposed to be a 200-word snippet to play with different points of view. I was having so much fun writing it, though, that it’s become an 800-word (very) short story. I’m going to polish it up, and try to sell it. So I decided to count it in this week’s word count.

    Novel itself has crept up to 16,000 words. I took some time earlier in the week to do some more outlining, which has helped, and also read Jim Butcher’s great piece on Writing the Middle, which was fantastic. It made me realize I was working toward his “Big Middle” technique, so I’ve decided to embrace it, and write with that in mind.

    I also have to give thanks to the writers at the San Diego Writers Coffeehouse. Seeing everyone on Sunday recharged my batteries, and made me feel that I could finish what I’ve started. I’m not alone, and that’s a very, very, very good thing.

    → 8:15 AM, Apr 13
  • Writers Coffeehouse, April 2018

    Another great coffeehouse! Jonathan Maberry was back for hosting duties, and kicked off two lively discussions on some recent controversies in the publishing world.

    Thanks again to Mysterious Galaxy for giving us the space to meet, and to Jonathan, Henry, and the other organizers!

    My Notes:

    henry: finds trello is a great visual way to outline a novel, can use columns for chapters, drill in for details, etc

    jonathan: no one can know everything, we all need to share so together we can find solutions to our problems

    free files with sample query letters, etc are up on jonathan’s website! ready for download

    discussion: diversity pushes for anthologies - what’s the right approach?

    discussion: can you separate the writer from the writing? ex: lovecraft

    sd writers and editors guild: henry giving talk there later this month

    ralan.com: maberry’s favorite website to find markets for short stories; anthologies, etc

    what’s reasonable for a developmental editor to charge?

    ⁃ depends on hourly or per word

    ⁃ seen $500 to $5,000

    ⁃ inexpensive but professional: $0.004 per word, developmental edit

    ⁃ $2,000 for 90,000-word novel: about the average for developmental and line by line

    developmental vs line editor: development is high-level, looking at plot and characters, shape of the story; line editor is going line by line before final print

    jim butcher has a great piece online about writing the middle

    jonathan: we dismiss nonfiction writing, especially in the magazine market, but we shouldn’t; there’s always knowledge we have that other people don’t posses; even basics can be good articles, because most magazines on a topic are read by nonexperts; what sells currently in magazine context is a conversational style; pro rates: $2-$7 a word; magazines starting to be hungry again

    breaking in? don’t have to be a writer to sell it, have to know the subject matter; one of his students sold an article on falling (ex: how to fall from a skateboard) to multiple markets, used it to help him work through college

    write first? or pitch? jonathan: never write before you sell

    everyone here has something they’re an expert in, that they probably don’t value because it’s old hat to them; “i’m just a secretary” phenomenon

    basics are great: how to find a good divorce lawyer (or a web developer, sysadmin, etc)

    jonathan: write an outline, pitch to multiple magazines at once (120), if make multiple sales, write different versions of the article for each magazine; get back issues, read online content to learn voice and approach; don’t have to do it that way, but even if going one at a time, be ready with their next market if get rejected

    pay on publication? NOPE, always go for pay on acceptance

    → 8:12 AM, Apr 9
  • Keeping Score: April 6, 2018

    Scraped by my word goal this week: 1,554 words, most of which were written in just two days (yesterday and today).

    Had a hard time getting myself to write each day, and didn’t make it most days. I think it’s because I’m closing out the early chapters of the book, where I had things mapped out pretty well in advance. From here, I can see the ending I want to get to – the various plotlines I want to wrap up, the character arcs I need to complete – but I’m not sure how to get there. Large chunks of my current outline are just scene titles with TBD for description.

    I need to spend some time outlining, getting the next steps mapped out. But I also need to keep pushing out my word count every day. I’m not sure how to reconcile that, other than to maybe take one day next week and just spend my writing time outlining, then catch up on the other days of the week.

    We’ll see.

    → 5:16 PM, Apr 6
  • Keeping Score: March 30, 2018

    Whew. Managed to scrape by my goal this week: 1,511 words.

    Definitely not raising my weekly word count for a while.

    It’s still helpful, though. Even when I’m taking time off from the day job, I make sure to sit down and get my daily word count out. Don’t want to be playing catch-up on the weekends :)

    Might shift my reward a bit this week. Instead of getting an album, I’m thinking of picking up a game. Discovered they ported Heroes of Might and Magic III (one of my favorite games from college, and now I’m dating myself) to iOS, and I’d like to check it out.

    Till next week: good luck with your own writing! May we see each other on the shelves someday :)

    → 9:44 AM, Mar 30
  • Keeping Score: March 23, 2018

    I did it! Wrote 1,586 words this week, just enough to make my new goal :)

    Novel’s passed 10,000 words, and is still chugging along. So far, so good.

    And this kind of pace feels good, too. Not too intense, but not so slow that I don’t feel like I’m making progress. And each week, I get a reward, a visible reminder of how much work I’ve done.

    Many thanks once again to Scott Sigler, for hosting that Writers' Coffeehouse weeks ago, and sharing his scoring system with us. It’s really helped me, and I’m grateful.

    And now, to pick out some new music! Last week I grabbed Monster Magnet’s Powertrip, an old trippy-rock-meets-cthulhu album that I missed owning. This week I’m considering picking up something from The Stooges, another classic band I haven’t heard a full record from.

    → 8:12 AM, Mar 23
  • Keeping Score: March 16, 2018

    Another week, another push. 1,265 words written this week, again just over goal.

    I think it’s time to boost my numbers. Next week, I’ll shoot for one extra page, making it 1,500 words for the week. That’s still only 300 words a day, Mon-Fri. Should be doable.

    Gotta earn my weekly music :)

    And if it’s not doable, well, then I’ve got my penalty waiting for me. Not that I ever want to experience it.

    I did end up picking the Black Panther soundtrack last week. I think it’s a little uneven, but still solid (unlike the movie, which I thought was great).

    This week…who knows? Maybe time to pick up something I missed from last year.

    → 7:47 AM, Mar 16
  • Keeping Score: March 5, 2018

    Still on the road. Got back from the cruise last Sunday, unpacked, did laundry, then re-packed everything to fly to San Francisco on Monday.

    Whew.

    I was in SF for a work conference till Friday, when they packed us all in buses and shipped us up to Lake Tahoe.

    Sounds glamorous, but it wasn’t. We got caught in a snowstorm, and they shut down the main road into Tahoe. Our bus was lucky: it only took us 7.5 hours. Others took 12.

    So I went from Baja sunshine to SF gloom and rain to Tahoe’s freezing heights. Oh, and I got food poisoning the next day.

    But I got my writing done, dammit: 1,265 words written, the last few hundred pounded out between trips to the bathroom to throw up.

    I’ve effing earned this week’s music, dammit.

    → 10:46 AM, Mar 5
  • Keeping Score: Feb 22, 2018

    I’m on a boat!

    I don’t have internet access while at sea, so I’m posting this on Thursday, while we’re in port at La Paz, Mexico.

    I’ve still managed to hit my weekly writing goal, though, thanks to my (rapidly becoming trusty) iPad :)

    Total words: 1,276

    No idea what album I’m going to buy as my reward. Last week I ended up grabbing another blast from the past, Orchestral Movement in the Dark’s Dazzle Ships.

    I hear the Black Panther soundtrack’s really good…I might pick up that (once we get home).

    → 3:39 PM, Feb 22
  • Keeping Score

    After attending Sunday’s Writers Coffeehouse, I decided to adopt Scott Sigler’s suggestion of a scoring system. Thought it’d be a good way to push me to get back in the writing habit, after the fiasco that was the last few months.

    I decided on the following:

    • A goal of 1,250 words a week. That's five pages total, or one page a day if I write every weekday.
    • Words on the new novel count full. Words for professional or marketing writing (query letters, etc) count half. So a page of query letter writing equals half a page toward my goal.
    • I can't check the news, or do chores, or pay bills, or anything I usually do in the morning, until after my word count for the day is met.
    • If I hit my weekly word count total, I get a reward: buying a new music album. I love getting new music, and albums are cheap enough now that I can buy one once a week and not break the bank.
    • If I don't hit my weekly goal, I get a punishment: no beer or wine for a week. I'm a big craft beer guy, so this hurts: no more pairing a nice IPA with some fish tacos, or a tiramisu with a coffee stout.
    One week in, I'm pretty happy with the system. The ban on morning news means I stay focused on my writing when I get up, and can plan out the day's work.

    As a result, I’m writing about 300 - 400 words a day, not 250, so I hit 1,554 words yesterday. If I sustain that pace, I’ll need to up my weekly goal.

    So hooray for me! I’ll be getting some new music this week :)

    → 8:56 AM, Feb 9
  • It Begins!

    Today’s the first day of NaNoWriMo!

    I’ve got a rough outline, written short stories about three of my main characters, and filled in most of the setting.

    Time to get cracking.

    → 5:00 AM, Nov 1
  • Ghost Road Blues by Jonathan Maberry

    Simply put, a fantastic ghost story. Like a horror film from the 80s updated and put in novel form.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • 3rd person omniscient works only if you stay out of characters' individual perspectives. Say what happens, and report what they think, but as an outsider
    • Tragedy for a minor character has more impact if we spend some time with them first, however little, to see how they act normally
    • Remember that characters only know what they see, and that can mislead them sometimes. That's okay. Let them be wrong when they should be wrong, so that when they're right it'll feel like triumph.
    → 8:00 AM, Aug 21
  • Patience

    Sent the novel out to my first pick agent this weekend. I know it’ll most likely be rejected – it’s my first real stab at a query letter – but I’ve got to start somewhere.

    Also got back another rejection of one of the stories I’ve been circulating. I didn’t waste any time worrying about it, though. I picked another market, and sent it right back out.

    While waiting for rejections, I’m rewriting one of the stories I wrote last month. The feedback I got on it was positive, but in fixing the problems the reviewers pointed out, I discovered a different story sitting under the one I was writing.

    Same characters, same themes, but a different plot.

    I have a feeling this version will turn out much better than the first two, but the only way to find out is to write it :)

    → 7:08 AM, Aug 11
  • First Novel Done!

    It’s done!

    Finished the final editing pass for the last few chapters of my first novel early this week.

    So now it’s time to build a list of agents to look at, and start querying.

    I’ve been going to Publisher’s Marketplace every morning, researching another agent to add to the list. This weekend I’ll pick one, get my query letter in order for them, and send it off.

    It’ll feel good to get the book out there. Even if every agent rejects it. True, the rejections will hurt…but there’s no way to get published without getting some.

    And, now that the first book’s done, I can turn my attention to the second novel I wrote, and start putting together an editing plan for it. There’s also the short stories I wrote over the last month to edit (one may need a complete rewrite).

    So much to do, and thank goodness!

    → 8:30 AM, Aug 4
  • Beyond the Editing Wall

    Only four chapters left in the final editing pass for the novel.

    Four chapters.

    I’ll be done early next week. Thank the gods.

    Then it’ll be time to gather a list of agents to send it out to, polish up my query letter, and start emailing the thing out.

    It’s been…two years? almost three?…since I started work on it. And soon, very soon, I’ll finally have a finished version to send.

    So, what have I learned? What lessons will I apply to the next book?

    • Definitely break up your editing passes. Trying to fix every problem you see as you see it will only lead to a mess.
    • Don't be afraid to edit the story. Your first take on the story -- not just the words, but what happens and why -- doesn't have to be the last one.
    • You've got time to get it right. Take as many editing passes as you need. No one has to see it until it's ready.
    → 7:07 AM, Jul 28
  • Wrapping Up a Month of New Writing Habits

    Wife made it back from Arkansas on Tuesday (huzzah!), so my hermit-writing time is coming to a close.

    Overall, I think having the weekly goals really helped me. While I didn’t hit them all (mumble mumble agent-search), I hit enough of them to build up a writing rhythm, and got a lot done.

    All told, I’ve:

    • written two new short stories, and have started a third
    • circulated three previously-written stories
    • completed final-pass editing of all but the last quarter of my first novel
    • reviewed nine submissions by litreactor peeps
    I'd like to keep up some of my new habits. I think the litreactor reviews help me to see similar problems in my own fiction, and practice fixing them. I also think the chapter-a-day editing is the only way I can get detailed editing passes done.

    I like writing a new short story every week, but at some point I’m going to need to work on editing them all into shape, so I can submit them. So I’ll keep that one for perhaps the next week or two, then settle into editing what I’ve got.

    → 8:20 AM, Jul 21
  • Scorecard: Third Week

    Third and final week. How’d I do?

    • Edit one chapter a day: Check. Whew.
    • Write a new short story: Check! Last week's story is up on litreactor for feedback. Newest story will be going up as soon as I have the points.
    • Critique two stories: Check and check.
    • Find a new potential agent for querying: Dropped.
    • Polish and submit a new story each month: Still on track. Got some good feedback on "Wednesday" from the fine folks at litreactor. I'll revise it this weekend, and should have it ready for submitting by the end of the month.
    → 7:55 AM, Jul 14
  • Scorecard: Second Week

    Two weeks in. Had a holiday in the middle of this one, so…how’d I do?

    • Edit one chapter a day: Mostly check. 5 days out of 7 isn't too bad.
    • Write a new short story each week: Done. First draft of "Wednesday" is complete and ready to submit to litreactor. Draft of second story is coming together.
    • Critique two stories each week: Check. This has become the easiest one to do.
    • Find a new agent to query each week: Nope again. I might need to drop this one, till the editing is done.
    • Polish and submit a new story each month: On track. Hope to get feedback on "Wednesday" soon, and then will revise and start submitting. Also got a rejection back for one of the stories I'd submitted, so I need to send it out again this week.
    → 7:55 AM, Jul 7
  • Ironskin by Tina Connolly

    Fantastically well-done. Weaves together magic, fairies, Great War trauma, romance, sisterly rivalry, and the treatment of special-needs children into one cracking good story.

    So very happy to discover there are sequels.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Dribble out your backstory. At the start, offer just enough to explain the choices that brought the character to that point. Introduce the rest later, as needed for the story.
    • You can get away with a romance between two characters that have little in common if you make their raw attraction clear and compelling.
    • Sometimes the greatest climaxes (or turns in the story) happen when the protagonist realizes something about themselves that they didn't know before.
    → 6:00 AM, Jul 3
  • Scorecard: First Week

    Last week I set some goals to keep me on track for a productive summer.

    So, how am I doing?

    • Edit one chapter a day: Check. I'm working through the novel backwards this time, to keep it fresh for my editing eyes.
    • Write a new short story each week: Not complete, but new story (working title: Wednesday) is halfway done, and I'll wrap it up this weekend.
    • Critique two stories each week: Check. By the time the new story's done, I should have enough points to post it to the litreactor workshop for feedback.
    • Find a new agent to query each week: Nope. Need to set aside some time next week to do this.
    • Polish and submit a new story each month: Check. I've currently got three short stories making the submission rounds, one of which I submitted for the first time this month.
    → 7:58 AM, Jun 30
  • Crooked by Austin Grossman

    Another strong portrayal of a villain from Grossman.

    Avoids the trap of completely rehabilitating Nixon. He’s sympathetic without being likable, and interesting to follow without the reader always cheering them on.

    Loses steam in the second half. There’s plot lines that go nowhere, scenes that could have been cut without changing anything, and the climax happens completely off-screen, with no buildup or release of tension.

    Still, I learned a few things about writing:

    • Delivering most of your plot via dialog -- so long as you're not data dumping -- can be a great way to keep the story moving.
    • The best villains think they're the hero.
    • Restricting your book to one POV can be too confining. Multiple POV can let you explore other aspects of your world, which you might need if your story takes place somewhere very different.
    → 6:00 AM, Jun 26
  • Going for the Goal

    My wife’s in Arkansas for the next few weeks, visiting her mother for her annual pay-off-the-guilt-from-moving-to-California visit.

    Normally, this is a time I tell myself I’m going to get a lot of writing done, hermit-in-the-woods style, but instead end up staring at the keyboard, trying to dig up inspiration.

    So this time, I’m setting goals. Daily, weekly, and monthly goals:

    • Final-pass edit one chapter in the first novel every day.
    • Write a draft of a new short story every week.
    • Critique two stories submitted to litreactor (the online writer's workshop) every week.
    • Find a new agent to query every week.
    • Polish and submit a new story to a new market every month.
    I've decided to go with submitting the first novel to agents. However, I've also joined Publisher's Marketplace, so I can be selective about which agents I query. Less of a shotgun approach, and more of a laser.

    I’m hoping the explicit, bite-sized goals will keep me focused. Who knows? They might become new habits.

    → 7:59 AM, Jun 23
  • Altered Carbon by Richard K Morgan

    A 1990s trenchcoats-and-mirrorshades action film published in the 21st century with 1950s gender roles. An odd, frustrating, throwback of a book.

    Three things it taught me about writing:

    • Be careful when porting an old genre to a new skin. Bringing along the social mores along with the other elements will make your book feel dated from the start.
    • Taking an otherwise-competent character and pushing them out of their element is a great way to both explore a new world and make it challenging for them.
    • In sci-fi, it's not enough that the names of things -- computers, cars, etc -- change. Our relationship with them needs to change, too, or it's just window dressing.
    → 6:00 AM, Jun 19
  • Best Book Forward?

    At the Writer’s Coffeehouse this weekend, another writer asked what they should do when they have four novels, all finished, each in a different genre, that they want to pitch to agents. Should they target each book’s query to a different agent? Should they mention they have other novels when querying one of them?

    The answer – which surprised me – was no to both.

    Don’t mention the other novels when first querying. Save that for later, if they want to talk more.

    And instead of sending out queries based on the book, pick the agents you’d like to represent you, and send them the book you think has the greatest commercial potential.

    Agents will want to represent everything you have. But by querying with the book that will likely sell the best, it’ll be easier for them to imagine selling your book to a publisher, which will increase your chances of convincing them to represent you.

    So now I’m confronted with the question: have I been editing the wrong book?

    A frustrating question to have, when I’m only one editing pass away from being totally done. And I’ve already written the synopsis. And the query letter. And have agents picked out.

    But maybe I’d be querying the wrong book? Of the three, I think my most recent one’s the strongest draft. The second one’s the best story, though, and my beta readers' favorite. The first one is, of course, the only one that’s actually done, in the sense of being a final draft.

    So which one do I query with?

    → 7:37 AM, May 19
  • My Life as a White Trash Zombie by Diana Rowland

    Fantastic. Absolutely nails the smugness and insincerity of the South, along with the surprise of finding help in unexpected places. Protagonist is a perfect mix of insecurity and snark.

    Thank the gods it’s a series; can’t wait to read the next one.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Narrating a character's internal debate in long-form is fine, so long as it's in the right place: when the character is away from other people. Don't do it during dialog.
    • You don't need dialect to write Southern characters. Getting their facial expressions and hypocrisy right is enough.
    • Finding a real-life struggle that mirrors the fantasy one is a good way to ground it.
    → 6:00 AM, May 3
  • The End is Near

    Novel edits are coming along faster than I thought. Might actually get them all done by the end of the month :)

    It’s weird to see the novel being reshaped under my editing scalpel. I can feel the book getting better, little by little: its characters more consistent, the world more fully realized, the pacing tighter.

    I’m remembering my plans for a follow-on book, and looking forward to writing it. Can editing a novel make you excited to write the sequel?

    → 8:07 AM, Apr 21
  • The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova

    Masterful. Incredibly well-crafted series of nested narratives that simultaneously did a deep dive into Dracula lore and sucked me into a single family’s generations-long saga. Just…wow. So well done.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • You can use flashbacks to cover over narrative time that would otherwise be boring, like train (or plane) travel
    • To make an old myth feel fresh, look for the side that's not usually given a starring role (like the Turkish side of the Dracula legend), and explore it.
    • Journals and letters are a great way to both nest stories, and keep each story personal, told by the person that lived it
    → 6:00 AM, Apr 17
  • Cranking Through

    Managed to whittle the list of editing passes from twelve to twenty and now back to thirteen.

    Which means I didn’t finish them by the end of March, like I wanted.

    I did finish the biggest of the changes, though: giving each chapter to either the male or the female protagonist, swapping evenly between the two, and filling out her narrative arc so that her storyline has equal weight.

    The changes I have left are much smaller: revising character appearances, adding touches to scene descriptions, and making sure everything is consistent.

    Still, I’m setting weekly goals, aiming for three editing passes done each week. At that rate, I’ll be finished with the edits in early May :/

    Much later than I’d like, but I tell myself that’s better than not doing them, or worse yet, continuing to tweak and edit for a year or more.

    → 7:11 AM, Apr 7
  • Emperor of the Eight Islands by Lian Hearn

    Beautiful. Simple, tight prose, telling a deeply moving story.

    Can’t wait to read the next one.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • What a society condemns is just as important to making it feel lived-in as what it praises.
    • Characters don't always have to be imposing their will on the world. They can show their inner character by the opportunities they take advantage of, as well.
    • In a world of bad choices and flawed people, heroes can be cruel and cowardly, and villains can show mercy.
    → 7:00 AM, Mar 29
  • Everyone Gets a Pass

    My original plan for editing the first novel turned out to be…rather naive.

    I thought it would be enough to fix the female protagonist’s plotline, then make a few description tweaks, and be done.

    Instead, I’m looking at making a dozen or more editing passes over the novel, each one picking out a thing to fix and make consistent through the book.

    I’ve had to change character appearances, character names, city names, backstory, world history…nearly every element needs to be tweaked one way or another to line up better with what I think the novel should be.

    So I’m keeping a running list of things to fix as I go, jotting them down as I find them. That way I can focus on just one editing task at a time, getting one thing right all the way through the book before going back to the beginning and starting on the next fix.

    My goal was to have these edits done by the end of the month (for a total of three months of editing), so I could spend the next three months editing my second novel. But we’re a third of the way through March, and, well…my list keeps growing.

    Still, I’ll push on. I’m finding I still like this novel, still like the characters. I want to do them justice, give them the best book I can. So I’ll keep working through the list, till the list is done.

    → 9:00 AM, Mar 10
  • The Man Who Knew Too Much by G K Chesterton

    A series of confusing, racist, Anti-Semitic stories. None of the characters are admirable. The mysteries are mostly atmosphere followed by “as you know” mansplaining. The only memorable characters are the ones he gives over to racist caricature.

    Taught me several things not to do:

    • Don't lean on description over plot. A thin mystery is a boring mystery, no matter how you dress it up in thick descriptions.
    • Don't hold your characters in contempt. If you don't like writing about them, why would anyone want to read about them?
    • Don't assume that insisting two characters are friends is enough for the audience. If they're friends, readers should be able to tell without being told. If no one can tell, then, maybe they're not friends after all?
    → 7:00 AM, Feb 27
  • The Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler

    Eerily prescient. Takes place in a California where water is scarce, most government has been privatized, and the President uses racial politics to push through reforms that weaken protections for workers and the poor.

    Felt all too familiar. And she predicted all this over twenty years ago.

    I usually don’t like post-apocalyptic books, especially ones that go in for the “slow apocalypse” where everything just collapses over time as people stop taking care of the things that keep civilization going. It’s depressing reading, but Butler’s writing is so compelling, I had to see it through.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Scarcities in society will be reflected in the social order. If food is scarce, being fat is a sign of wealth. If water is scarce, being clean (taking baths) will be seen luxurious. In both cases, being poor and engaging in "rich" behavior will be seen as uppity.
    • There's life in the hero's journey yet, if explored from different angles. Here the young protagonist grows up in a small town, yet feels called to greatness, then compelled to become a leader when driven out of their home.
    • Adopting a diary structure can let you skip past boring parts of the story will zooming in on the important ones. A well-written diary will do that, and still give you a chance to convey the rhythms of life, since it's the story the person is telling themselves, as they live it.
    → 7:00 AM, Feb 15
  • The Just City by Jo Walton

    Inspiring. I could not imagine daring to try to write dialog for Greek gods and long-dead philosophers, but she did, and does it brilliantly.

    Made me miss my days as a philosophy major, and that’s a good thing.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Long explanations of things are ok, but only after the reader has come to know the characters, and care about them.
    • Switching first-person narrators is fine, so long as you keep the number of them down and clearly label each chapter so we know which character is speaking.
    • Sense of place can come through not just by food and clothing, but architecture and leisure activities as well.
    → 7:00 AM, Jan 25
  • Editing as Worldbuilding

    We’re here! Made it into San Diego last week, despite freezing rain (Flagstaff), gusty winds (most of New Mexico), and fog (Cuyamaca Mountains).

    No, we’re not unpacked yet. Yes, I unpacked the books first :)

    So, back to work. And also back to writing.

    I’ve decided to do another editing pass on the first novel. I feel like I’ve learned a lot about writing in just the last few months, and I’d like to apply what I’ve learned to it, see if it makes it better.

    I’d also like to go back and fill in a lot of the worldbuilding details I left vague in the first two drafts. Flesh out character backgrounds, city histories, etc. I don’t want to add a huge info-dump to the book, but I do want to make sure everything holds together better, the various pieces of book matching up to make a more powerful whole.

    And after thinking through the plot more, I’m really not satisfied with the way I’ve handled the female protagonist. That’s part of why I need to flesh out the character backgrounds, specifically hers. I realized her character arc is muted, a victim of me being unsure who I wanted to be the protagonist in the first draft.

    She deserves better, so I’m going to pull out her conflicts and struggles into its own storyline, an independent path to follow while she also contributes to the central plot. I think it’ll make the book stronger, and the ending more compelling.

    Some of these changes will be dialog or description tweaks. Some of this will probably end up being major surgery. But I’ve got to try.

    Wish me luck.

    → 8:16 AM, Jan 20
  • Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

    Easily worthy of the awards it won. Fantastic ideas, presented through conflicts with interesting characters, and writing that describes just enough and no more.

    And I almost stopped halfway through.

    There’s a point where the protagonist does something so amazingly dumb, that I wanted to put the book down in frustration. But I kept going, and I’m glad I did. Because it only got better from there.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Beware delaying explanations for too long. A character that says "I don't know why I did X" too often, before their inability to explain is outlined to the reader, can lead to frustration.
    • Don't have to wait for the character to say "and then I told them my story" to tell that story to the reader. Can layer it in, piece by piece, via flashback chapters.
    • Small touches, like bare hands being considered vulgar, when followed-through, can do a lot of work to make a culture feel real.
    → 7:00 AM, Jan 11
  • Done!

    Novel’s complete at 50,122 words!

    At least, I think it’s complete. Last time I thought it was done, there turned out to be another 45,000 words of story to tell in there.

    The cut-off point this time felt more natural, but could seem just as arbitrary to a reader.

    Only way to find out for sure is to hand it off to those brave friends willing to read and offer feedback on something so rough and ragged (bless you all).

    Till then, it’s back to editing my other projects. I’ve had some ideas for how to trim my first novel into a better shape. cracks knuckles

    Hope you have a Happy New Year! May your words sparkle, your stories captivate, and your edits be painless :)

    → 7:21 AM, Dec 30
  • Outline as Compass

    Novel’s at 39,412 words.

    Decided to brainstorm my way out of being lost. I took the climax I’m working toward, and mapped out short, medium, and long ways to get there.

    They all had scenes in common, but only the long path gave me the chance to wrap up all of the plotlines I’ve got going.

    So I’m taking the long path.

    It’s still likely to end up a short novel. I’m definitely in the final third of the book, so I know I need to pile on the pressure to build things toward my climax.

    With luck (and a lot of work), I’ll be finished somewhere around the first of the year.

    Then I can turn back to editing my second novel, and maybe doing another pass on my first novel, and another edit on this short story I wrote in September…

    sighs Maybe best to ignore that for now. One story at a time.

    → 7:00 AM, Dec 16
  • Where Am I?

    Novel’s at 33,986 words.

    I’m at a point where I’m not sure how much story is left to tell.

    I could be two-thirds of the way through, and so on my way to the end. If so, I should be quickening the pace in each scene, pushing the narrative forward faster and faster to reach the climax.

    Or I could just be halfway through. In which case, I should be steadily building toward the next major turning point in the story, pacing things so that the reader’s not exhausted by the end of the book.

    I feel like this is something I should know.

    I’ve got the rest of the book outlined (even if it’s in my head). I know the scene for the story’s climax. I know the characters that are there, and what happens afterward. But damned if I don’t know how they got there, or how much time there is between the scene I’m currently writing and the last one.

    It mystifies me that the only way to find out is for me to write it. As if I weren’t writing a story, but reporting on events. And until those events happen, I’ve got nothing to report.

    → 7:00 AM, Dec 9
  • From Sprint to Marathon

    NaNoWriMo’s over. Final word count: 30,836.

    So, I didn’t make it to 50,000 this year. But I don’t want to dwell on that.

    Here’s what I did do:

    • I started a new novel, which is still not easy for me.
    • I proved I could still write 4,000 words in a single day, like I did last Saturday.
    • I learned that starting with a short story set in the world does help when it comes time to write the novel. I've written more each day, and more easily, for this novel than the previous one.
    But the novel's not done, and neither am I. To keep me on track, I'm setting a new goal: to reach 50,000 words by the end of the year.

    More modest than NaNoWriMo, true, but I think it’ll keep me focused, keep me pushing forward on the book. I’d like to have this first draft done in three months instead of twelve, so I can spend more time revising it.

    Wish me luck.

    → 7:00 AM, Dec 2
  • Wanted: More Time

    Novel’s at 19,170 words.

    Limped along with 500 words a day through the week, then managed to crank out 2,000 words yesterday. Hoping to do the same today, and tomorrow, and Sunday.

    I need to be writing about 5,000 words a day, to make the NaNoWriMo deadline. That’s…probably not going to happen.

    I have to try, though. Even if I don’t get to 50,000 words this month, I’m still going to finish the novel. So every word still counts.

    → 7:00 AM, Nov 25
  • Behind

    Novel’s at 12,104 words.

    I’m seriously behind. About 18,000 words behind, to be more specific.

    Trying to tell myself that every word written is a victory, and it’s enough to just have the novel started. That works. Sometimes.

    And sometimes I just want to take the day off work, so I can write.

    Because I’m also looking at the short story I’m supposed to revise, the previous novel I should be editing, and the one before that that I should be sending round to more agents.

    I put all that on hold so I “focus” on NaNoWriMo. But if I’m already slipping behind on this month’s writing, maybe I shouldn’t have?

    How far behind am I going to get on those projects, while I struggle through this one?

    → 7:00 AM, Nov 18
  • Getting Back to Work

    Haven’t been able to write since Tuesday. I’ve been too hurt, too confused, too angry to spin up my imagination and write about what’s happening in that other world.

    It doesn’t help that it’s supposed to be a light book, full of whimsy and humor.

    I don’t feel very funny anymore.

    But I’ve got to get back to it.

    Maybe the book will turn out a little darker than I’d intended, now. Or maybe I’ll find a way to recapture the fun spirit I started with, and use the book to remind myself of the good things that are still out there: the wife that loves me, the friends that support me, the peers that understand what’s happening, and forgive.

    But most of all I need to finish it because this book has suddenly become more explicitly political than I intended.

    My main character is a lesbian, which when I started out was just the way the character came into my head. Now it feels like writing her is an act of defiance, a way of pushing back against Trump and his ilk.

    No one else may ever read this book, and it may never be good enough to be published. But damned if I won’t finish it, and make it as good as I can make it.

    Because the importance of minority representation in fiction has just hit home to me, and I want to do my part.

    → 7:00 AM, Nov 11
  • There's More, Thank Goodness

    Went back to finish the short story, as prep for converting it into a novel for NaNoWriMo…and found I couldn’t finish it, because there was too much more to tell.

    Which is a relief, actually, because it means I don’t have to throw the short story away and start over, or worry about having enough depth in the setting and the characters for a novel. The short story is the intro to the novel, the opening scene(s), setting the stage for everything that follows.

    This has never happened to me before. But then, it’s only my third novel, so what do I know?

    Now I’m working up the outline of the book, discovering plots and subplots I didn’t know were waiting inside the short story.

    It’s a process that’s both fun and terrifying, like doing improv sketches in front of a video camera instead of an audience: you have to hope the jokes land, because you won’t know until long after you’re done performing.

    → 6:00 AM, Nov 4
  • Geronimo!

    It’s 50,000 words to win NaNoWriMo. I’ve got a head full of ideas, a half-finished short-story, no outline, and no plot.

    Hit it!

    → 6:00 AM, Nov 1
  • Three Fronts

    Made good progress on three different projects this week.

    First, the finished fantasy novel. I’ve pushed my first query letter out to my first choice of agent!

    I don’t know how hitting Send on an email could make me so tense, but it felt like I was walking on stage in front of a crowd of thousands. But now it’s done, and I can use the synopsis from that letter to build other queries for other agents.

    Second, I started workshopping a short story for the first time.

    A fellow writer recommended LitReactor to me last year; this week I finally worked up the courage to join and post something for review. It’s a story I wrote on the plane home from New York last month. I’ve already gotten some good feedback on it, and will probably post a second story there soon.

    Which brings to me to the third project: NaNoWriMo prep. I finished the short story (!) that I wanted to use to test out the concept. I think there’s definitely more to tell, there, though I’m not sure if I have enough for a full novel. Maybe just a series of stories.

    Guess there’s only one way to find out, and that’s to dive in and see how far I can get.

    → 6:00 AM, Oct 21
  • NaNoWriMo is Coming

    I really want to do NaNoWriMo again this year. Last time, it helped me finally dig in and start a novel, pushing me to get 50,000 words in before the end of November, and then finish it over the following months.

    That same novel is now edited and ready for querying. I’ve spent this week drafting a query letter, one I’ll be editing this next week before starting to send out.

    At the same time, I need to prep for NaNoWriMo, so I’ve also begun writing a new short story. It’s from an idea that’s been kicking around in my head for a few years. I think there may be a novel’s worth of story in there, but I don’t want to dive in to one without some prep work.

    So I’m writing a short story set in that world first, to see if it has legs. It’s something I did (without knowing it) for my first novel, and skipped – because I didn’t know it was something you could deliberately do – for the second.

    Since I found the first novel much easier to write, and I’ve heard other writers mention using the short story as a way to explore a novel idea, I’m going to try it out.

    If it works, I’ll have something solid to work with as I build my outline for NaNoWriMo. If it doesn’t, then at least I’ve only invested a week or two (instead of months).

    → 6:00 AM, Oct 14
  • Query Time

    Opened the novel this week to continue my edits. Flipped open my notes, looked for the next thing that needed to be fixed.

    There wasn’t one.

    Which means: the edits are done, hooray!

    But also means: it’s time to query agents. And suddenly I have the urge to hold onto the manuscript just a bit longer, to do just one more editing pass, before letting anyone in the publishing world see it.

    That won’t do. So I’ve been researching agents open to submissions in my genre, compiling a list of five to start with. I’ll find more once I’ve heard back from these five.

    I’m already steeling myself for the rejections, but there’s really no choice here: it’s either face rejection, or never have a chance of it getting picked up by a publishing house.

    → 6:00 AM, Oct 7
  • Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella

    Surprisingly deep and engrossing. Reads like total fluff, but wrestles with real issues: debt, addiction, and substituting daydreams for working toward a goal.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Tension can come from a character's inner dialog, instead of from events. With the right narration, a night of watching tv can become high drama.
    • Obstacles don't have to come from outside the main character; it's just as satisfying to watch them overcome situations they've created for themselves.
    • Don't always need to hear both sides of a conversation. Sometimes it's more fun to imagine the other side for ourselves.
    → 6:00 AM, Oct 5
  • Last Cull

    Working through the last chapter that needs to be trimmed down. So far, I’ve cut about 12,000 words off the novel, close to my target of 14,000 (10% of the original length).

    So this weekend I’ll be able to start fixing the multitude of other errors I’ve found in the cutting.

    Thankfully my previous fixes – the patching over of the plot hole, making certain things explicit earlier in the book – have held up on this second read-through. In fact, I think trimming off the fat of the book has made the fixes better, bringing the stitched parts of the narrative closer together, in a way, so they reinforce each other.

    Strange to think that deleting words not only improves the pacing, but makes the other parts stronger.

    → 6:00 AM, Sep 23
  • The Best Word is a Deleted Word

    Trimmed another 3,000 words off the draft this week.

    Only three chapters left to truncate. Then I can start in on the growing list of problems I’m seeing as I go: personality quirks that got dropped from later chapters, items whose properties changed without reason, place names that got swapped.

    At this point, I’m starting to look forward to doing the final copyediting run-through, because it’ll mean all these other issues have been dealt with.

    Till then, I’ll keep cutting.

    → 6:00 AM, Sep 16
  • We're Gonna Need a Bigger Boat

    Labor Day weekend was awesome. I spent most of each day editing: reading through the novel and hacking away at anything that didn’t need to be there. I’ve trimmed a few thousand words off the draft already, and it feels great.

    Except that every time I read it, I find more things wrong.

    On my way to cut down a stray paragraph, I noticed one of the characters' dialog sounded like a really bad imitation of an accent. Had to stop and fix that.

    Trimming a different chapter, another character had somehow developed a verbal tick, repeating the same phrase with every sentence, like some sort of crazed parrot. I had to stop and fix that, too.

    Each round of edits is revealing more edits that are needed. I’ve had to stop changing things as I notice them, because it ends up derailing the edits I originally went in to make. Instead I’m jotting each one down in a notebook, so I can go back through later and fix them.

    What I thought would be a series of nice, orderly editing rounds has become a game of whack-a-mole, where three more problems rear up with every one I knock down. At this rate, my internal deadline (Oct 1) for finishing the edits won’t be a deadline so much as the day I put down the mallet in defeat.

    Until then, I’ll keep hammering away.

    → 6:00 AM, Sep 9
  • Editing Day

    Today is Editing Day.

    I’ve patched the holes in the plot. I’ve gone through and made the language more consistent. I’ve checked the character’s backstory to make sure it all hangs together.

    Now it’s time to do the cutting. Time to trim away the fat from my descriptions, to cut the unnecessary dialog, to skip over any boring action sequences.

    It’s good I have the day off. I’ll be spending it making the first cuts, and planning the word culling to come.

    → 6:04 AM, Sep 2
  • Lustlocked by Matt Wallace

    Brilliant. Wallace’s writing is as lean and focused as ever, keeping the action moving and the laughs coming.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Background action can be sped up, to keep focus on foreground.
    • It's ok to stand up and cheer for your characters once in a while. It gives readers permission to cheer for them, as well.
    • Seeing the consequences of a weird event (transformation, spell effect, etc) before seeing the event itself can make its eventual description less confusing and more interesting.
    → 6:04 AM, Aug 29
  • Patching

    Biggest three flaws in the novel are fixed!

    Or, at least, I think they are? Hard to tell without getting another round of beta reader feedback.

    In any case, I’ve made edits to fix the largest plot holes. 

    Moving on to problems with world-building. Those range from big things like: does the background for the two main characters make sense? Is it treated consistently? Does the behavior of the villain at the start of the book hold with what we learn about them by the end? To smaller pieces, like making sure the monetary system used holds up and the curses the characters utter fit the world.

    It’s a little more scattershot than the first editing pass. Almost wish I’d made notes as I wrote the first draft, breadcrumbs for me to follow back so I’d know exactly which sections of the text would need to be checked later. Maybe something to try with my next novel?

    → 6:00 AM, Aug 12
  • Chugging Along the Editing Rails

    The major flaw in the novel is almost fixed. I’ve been editing around it, working my way from the scenes where the initial cracks in the story start showing through, down to where the plot hole opens up a mile wide.

    I’ve started building a bridge across that chasm, a way to connect what happens on both sides so that it’s no longer an abrupt fall.

    Today I made it up to the turning point itself, the central event at the heart of the flaw. I’ve finished editing that scene, and will continue on past it, smoothing things over until I feel the problem is fixed.

    Once that’s done, it’ll be on to the next issue, and the next. Those are much smaller, so I’m hoping their edits go faster.

    Onward!

    → 6:00 AM, Aug 5
  • The Fifth Season by N K Jemisin

    Masterful.

    Jemisin’s mentioned in several interviews that this was a hard book for her to write, one that she almost deleted and quit on several times. Given the difficulty of what she’s achieved – weaving second-person narration together with multiple storylines that take place entirely in flashback – I can understand. I’m glad she persevered, though, because this is a wonderful book.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Using second person can be useful for handling certain situations: when a character has amnesia, for example, or when they're shifting from one identity to another. Saying 'you' eliminated the need to juggle multiple names, or even care about them.
    • Sadly, prejudice and cruelty in characters can make them seem more, not less, human.
    • When introducing new terms -- as one often does in sci-fi or fantasy -- it helps to have different characters use them, each in their own way. The repetition with slight variation colors in the definition for readers.
    → 6:00 AM, Aug 1
  • Don't Worry, Be Editing

    With the first draft of the children’s book done, I can at last turn to editing my first novel, the one I started as part of NaNoWriMo 2014.

    The problem, of course, is that I have no idea how to edit a novel.

    A short story, sure. A blog post, definitely. Those are small things, though, easy to hold in my head and thus easy to find contradictions in, easy to re-read and catch typos, easy to control.

    I read in The Kick-Ass Writer that you shouldn’t go into editing without a plan, and that you should make several passes: a pass for grammar, a pass for plot, a pass for descriptions.

    So I made one plan, and threw it away, because it was too detailed and intimidating.

    I made a second plan, and then threw it away, because it was too vague.

    I made a third plan, and then decided I needed to stop being afraid of diving in and fixing things. So I re-read all the alpha-reader feedback I had, picked the most glaring flaw they all mentioned, and decided to start there.

    Granted, it’s two-thirds of the way through the book. But it’s something that worried me when I wrote it, and if they also had issues with it, it’s something I should take care of.

    Once that’s fixed, I’ll move onto the next biggest issue, and then the next, and the next. Along the way, I’ll tweak wording here and there, fix typos, etc, so that hopefully I’ll have caught them all before I do my “official” re-read for those kinds of mistakes.

    → 5:59 AM, Jul 29
  • Uprooted by Naomi Novik

    Practically perfect. Preserves a fairy-tale feel while subverting fairy tale tropes; I can easily see why it was nominated for a Hugo this year.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • First person with naive narrator learning about the world still a great way to introduce that world to the reader
    • Can show evil influence on thoughts by transitioning those thoughts from normal to wicked slowly, taking the reader along with you
    • Short descriptions can (and should) be opinionated descriptions
    → 6:02 AM, Jul 25
  • First Draft

    First draft of the children’s book is done!

    I’m way over the target word count, but at least I’ve got the story beats and page layouts done. And I did manage to hold it to 28 pages, so revisions can focus on cutting words from individual scenes (hopefully).

    Now to send it out to some alpha readers, see what they think. 

    In the meantime, I’ve gotta get started on editing my first novel. It’s been almost a year since I finished that draft, so I should have enough distance from the text to fix what needs fixing.

    → 6:00 AM, Jul 22
  • Harder Than It Looks

    Making good progress on the children’s book. Taking each page as a single scene, a single beat in the story, is helping, as is thinking of the image I want on the page and using that to substitute for most of the description I would normally put in text.

    But man, is it hard to be that brief.

    I read that children’s books – the ones made for the age group I’m targeting, anyway – are usually somewhere between 400 and 500 words. For a 28-page story (again, typical target length), that’s only 17 words per page!

    I’ve found it’s really, really hard for me to say anything significant in so few words. With each page, as I write it, I keep an eye on my word count, but several times now I’ve blown right by it.

    It’s one more thing I’m telling myself that I’ll fix “in post”; that is, in the next draft. I imagine I’ll be cutting every scene down to the bone to fit within the limits. 

    Which I guess will be good practice for me: can I hold on to some form of my writing voice, even in so few words?

    → 6:00 AM, Jul 15
  • Details, Details

    Spent the week working through the rough outline, filling in details as I go.

    I’m writing up each page like a comic panel, describing the image that should be there and what’s happening in each scene.

    This next week I’ll do another pass and add the text. I’ll try to keep my vocabulary simple and the words brief, but I won’t worry about actual word counts until the first draft is done.

    After working on two novels, it’s a bit of relief to have something this small to write. I feel like I can hold the whole story in my head, and more easily see its structure and how everything plays out.

    → 6:00 AM, Jul 8
  • It's a Comic! Sort of.

    Had a realization this week that’s guiding how I outline the children’s book I’m working on: it’s a comic!

    …in a way. Instead of multiple panels per page, there’s just one. But it’s got a similar interaction between words and images that a comic does (with the images doing a lot of the descriptive work), and a two-page spread in a children’s book is similar to a splash page in a comic, a chance to break out of one-page-one-scene and do something sprawling and dynamic.

    I’ve been wanting to try my hand at a comic for a while now, so I’m thinking of this as a kind of warm-up, a practice run. I’ll think of the book in terms of layout, of how the words and the pictures will work to tell the story, rather than relying on just the words themselves.

    It’s good timing, because I’ve got the basic outline done, and now I’ve got to drill down into each scene (page/panel) and work out the details of what should be in it. With a little luck, I should have a draft ready by next week.

    → 6:00 AM, Jul 1
  • Clueless

    This week I’ve started outlining a children’s book my wife and I came up with last month.

    Which means I’m back to not knowing what I’m doing, as I’ve never written a children’s book before.

    So I’m looking up average word counts, learning about vocabulary levels for the age group we’re targeting, and trying to wrap my head around thinking in terms of pages instead of chapters.

    But hey, at least kid’s books are short, right?

    Here we go again.

    → 6:00 AM, Jun 24
  • Looking Back

    I’ve been thinking about how I wrote this last novel, and what I might need to change about my writing process.

    It felt a lot harder to write this one than the last one, and took longer, too. Maybe there are sone things I need to beware of, danger signs I should watch out for, when starting my third?

    I think my first mistake was not writing a short story set in the world of the novel. I did this – accidentally – for my first book. Didn’t know it was an actual technique until I saw an interview with N K Jemisin (an amazing writer whose most recent book is up for a Hugo!)  where she mentioned that she always – deliberately – writes a short story in a new world before starting a novel set there. Her reasons lined up exactly with my experience: writing the story gave her a sense of the world and the kinds of characters and conflicts that might happen there. Even if she doesn’t use the characters from the short story in the novel, all the world-building she’s done helps.

    My second problem was trying my hand at science fiction. My degree is in physics, so my Inner Editor gets all fired up when I’m writing something set in “the real world,” rejecting ideas left and right because “it doesn’t work that way.” It’s something I’m working on, because it blocks my writing flow, constricting my choices and making me doubt that I can write anything that maintains consistency.

    Third mistake: writing through trauma. I mentioned this at the time, but trying to write through the events of the latter half of last year was almost impossible. I was distracted, I was angry and frustrated and scared, I was in no way ready to push through a novel like this. I’m glad I did, in the end, but without my wife and my friends to lean on, I don’t think I would have.

    So, lessons learned:

    • Write a short story version first.
    • Don't worry about matching current scientific understanding in the first draft. Save consistency for the edits.
    • Don't force myself to write through a traumatic event. No extra pressure needed.
    → 6:38 AM, Jun 17
  • Next!

    Taken the last few days off from writing. That’ll likely extend into the weekend, when my wife and I go out to celebrate completing the draft.

    But I’m feeling a little listless, like I don’t know what to do with myself. So I’m already thinking of what to work on next, what project to use to keep the writing part of my brain busy.

    There’s a children’s book idea I’ve had recently that I’d like to take a swing at. Should be very different from writing a novel, and something I can hopefully complete a draft of fairly quickly.

    I’ve also got a draft of my first novel (working title: The Hungry Cold. don’t judge me) that needs editing. Gotten lots of feedback from first readers about it, including several spots that need fixing.

    Those two projects should keep me pretty busy for a few months (at least). I’m thinking of starting the children’s book next week, as way to clear my head before starting in on some edits. I’ll be traveling, though, so probably won’t be able to do much more than outline.

    → 6:00 AM, Jun 10
  • Finally

    New novel’s done!

    Topped out at 111,733 words yesterday morning.

    I feel proud, relieved, and confused all at the same time. Proud for getting it done, relieved that I can move on to the next project, confused that I might actually be done with the first draft. There’s a part of my brain that’s circling the last few chapters, going “are you sure we’re finished?”

    But I am, thank goodness.

    Next it’ll be on to editing the draft of my previous novel, whipping that into a shape I can send out to agents.

    But that’s later. For now, the order of the day (of the week?) is to relax, recharge, and regroup.

    → 6:00 AM, Jun 8
  • Nope

    Novel’s at 103,532 words…and it’s still not finished.

    Wrote about 10,000 words in the last five days, pushing to uncover the ending. But there’s more story left to tell than I thought. Blew right past 90,000 words, then 100,000, and it’s not done.

    My revised outline – yes, I’m still revising it, thank you – points to five more chapters, and then I’ll be finished. That means somewhere between 15,000 and 30,000 words to go.

    So I’m pushing my deadline to July 1st, and setting a target of 1,000 words per day until it’s done.

    One way or another, I will finish this draft.

    → 6:00 AM, Jun 3
  • Can't Talk Now, Writing!

    No real blog post today (or likely on Friday or Monday), as I’m focused on wrapping up the novel before June 1st.

    Wish me luck!

    → 6:01 AM, May 25
  • No Time Off

    Novel’s at 88,796 words.

    I’m pushing myself to write at least 400 words a day, stretching to 500, instead of my usual 250. I’m writing every day now, instead of taking weekends off. I’ve even shifted my work schedule – heck, shifted the dog’s feed schedule – so I can put in more writing time in the morning.

    All so I can hit my deadline.

    Don’t know if I’ll hit it. It’s looking like the book will blow past the 90K word target I’d set for myself, back in the heady days when I thought 50,000 words was more than halfway through.

    But how far past 90,000 words? 2,000? 5,000? 20,000? No idea. (Note to self: please try to get it done before 120,000 words).

    So: 12 days left. All I can do is keep pushing, and see where it ends up.

    → 5:59 AM, May 20
  • Closing In

    Managed to quiet my inner editor long enough to push the novel to 86,126 words this week.

    The puzzle pieces are starting to come together for my protagonist, which is making things a little easier. Each part of the solution they come across leads them on to additional questions, which reveals more of the solution.

    All I have to do – I tell myself – is write down what they’re doing, what they’re thinking, and let the events I set in motion earlier play out.

    It’s not that easy – it’s never that easy – but the lie helps, somehow.

    I also keep reminding myself that: a) if it turns out that what I’m writing is crap, I can fix it in the next draft, and b) the only way to get better for the next novel is to finish this one.

    → 6:00 AM, May 13
  • Not Blocked, Afraid

    Novel’s at 83,370 words.

    So I turned out to be wrong about sustaining the faster pace. Only managed 700 words this week.

    I could say it’s because I’m doing more planning and outlining, and less writing. I could say it’s because I’ve started jogging in the mornings again, so I have less time to write.

    But in truth I’m distracted, conflicted, and afraid.

    I’m afraid I won’t have the book done by the end of the month. I’m afraid I won’t be able to edit it into something worth reading later this year. I’m afraid I’m wasting my time, that I should be spending more of what free time I have working on side programming projects, investing in my skills there instead of here.

    In short, I’m afraid I’m making a mistake.

    And of course, the lack of writing progress only makes the fear worse. It’s evidence, you see, that I’m not up to snuff, that I need to just move on to something that will pay more, something that’s more in line with my day job, anything other than this.

    Right now, I’m just hoping the fear will pass. Till then, all I can do is force myself to sit down, stare at the screen, and push the words out. Even if they’re terrible.

    We’ll see who quits first.

    → 6:00 AM, May 6
  • Speeding Up

    Novel’s at 82,649 words.

    Deadline seems to be working. I’ve been writing about 400 words a day since setting it, pushing myself to write more than just my 250-word minimum so I can hit the goal.

    It also helps that I seem to have turned a corner in the narrative. My protagonist has gotten past the major stumbling block in her path, and is starting down the trail of the villain.

    The book itself is picking up pace as she goes, heading toward the climax, and my writing is as well.

    Let’s hope I can sustain it through the month.

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 29
  • On a Deadline

    Novel’s at 80,577 words.

    I’m closing in on my original 90,000 word target. I have a feeling the final draft will end up longer than that, possibly close to 100,000 words, given the ground I have left to cover.

    I’ve set a deadline for myself, though. I want to have this draft done by June 1st.

    It’s just a little over a month away, but I think I can make it. Partially because I’m in the final scenes of the book, and partially because I want to. I started the book last July, so wrapping up the draft in June would mean I’ve spent just shy of a year writing it.

    I think having a target to hit will push me to write more each day, and finish it out. With this draft done in June, I can take some time off before diving into the editing of my first novel. And I want to get that done before the year is out so I can start submitting it to agents.

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 22
  • There's a Theme?

    Novel’s at 78,941 words. Which is an odd time to have finally figured out its theme.

    Or rather, one of its themes. You’d think I’d have known this going in, the kind of weighty things I would be trying to deal with in the story.

    Nope. I had a hook, a starting scene, and an idea of how I wanted to portray the characters. That was it.

    Actually stumbled across the theme this week, while reading a different book. Something in what the author was talking about meshed with the upcoming events of the story my subconscious was chewing on, and that was it: I knew my theme.

    It’s a little late to alter the draft much to accommodate it, but I’ll be writing the last third with the theme in mind. It’ll really come into play when I go back through for the second draft, and start making edits to bring it out more or eliminate passages that conflict with it.

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 15
  • Steady as Ink Flows

    Novel’s at 77,376 words.

    Writing’s been chugging along this week. My last major decision – read: stop and outline – point was a few weeks back, so I’ve been mostly writing out the consequences of that.

    There’s another I-have-no-idea-what-happens-next point coming up, where the other shoe is finally going to drop, and right on top of my main character’s head. Not quite sure how they’ll react.

    I don’t think I’ll reach it till next week, though.

    Hopefully I’ll have it figured out by then?

    (Probably not)

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 8
  • No Sick Days

    Came back from Boston with a lovely head cold that made me want to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.

    I didn’t though, thank goodness. Instead I pushed myself to hit my word count every day this week, bringing the novel to 75,638 words.

    And counting. I still feel like I’m on the tail end of the book, but I have no idea how close to the end I am. I could be another 30,000 words away, I could write through next week and suddenly discover I’m only 10K from the finish.

    There’s only one way to know. So, if you’ll excuse me, sets hard hat on head picks up shovel it’s back to the word mines for me.

    → 6:00 AM, Apr 1
  • Work Delays

    Not much progress on the novel this week.

    I’ve been in Boston for a company meetup, which has messed with my normal schedule and kept me away from my desk.

    Intending to get some writing done on the flight home tonight, though, and try to catch up on it this weekend. Can’t leave my main character struggling to escape from a trap for too long, can I?

    → 6:00 AM, Mar 25
  • Too Much Information

    Novel’s at 73,653 words.

    Still pushing forward, thought the last few scenes have been hard for me to write. Usually that’s because I don’t know enough about something in the scene – how a bail hearing would be conducted, or the cooking techniques of feudal Japan – to feel comfortable writing it. This time, it’s because I know too much about what’s happening in the scene.

    Specifically, I know things that, if my characters knew them, would make accomplishing their goals much easier. But they don’t work in the field, like I do, and so their knowledge is limited.

    But how limited? How much should they know, and how much are they ignorant of? How much would just be common sense?

    And even for the things they do know, or that they stumble on that work, how much detail should I go into as to what’s happening? How much info do I dare dump on the poor reader?

    It’s striking that balance – between showing too much detail and not enough, between thinking the characters know more than they should versus not giving them enough credit – that’s been difficult for me.

    → 6:06 AM, Mar 18
  • Forward, Ho!

    Novel’s at 72,337 words.

    I’ve managed to fix last week’s mistake, and gotten back to making forward progress through the novel. There’s some small dangly bits of plot that are poking out around my patch, but I’ve decided to note them for now, so I can come back to fix them in the second draft.

    Instead, I’m plowing forward.

    → 7:00 AM, Mar 11
  • The Bone Clocks by David Mitchell

    Frustrating. Moving, often brilliant, but feels incomplete in many ways. Magical bits aren’t fully baked, as if he thought it was cool but didn’t want to flesh it out too much (because it doesn’t make sense). Ditto his portrayal of the future, which was scary as hell in the moment but on reflection is just another doomsday scenario from the 1970s.

    The overall storyline of following a character from the 1980s to the 2040s feels better, but gets sidelined so often that the final chapters have less emotional impact than they could. There’s also numerous threads that get introduced just for plot’s sake and then dropped, with not even their emotional impact explored, let alone their practical consequences.

    All in all, the whole is less than the sum of its parts.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Using the present tense for the main narrative means that when you do a flashback, you can reach for the past tense as an easy way to distinguish the two.
    • Stream of consciousness writing can help make a normally unsympathetic character more likable.
    • Stronger to use vocabulary to give a sense of dialect speech, instead of punctuation. It's also easier to read.
    → 7:00 AM, Mar 7
  • Oops

    Novel’s at 70,855 words.

    Didn’t do any writing over the week of the cruise. With no internet, and no laptop, I decided to take the week off. I feel like I’m on the final third of the book, and I hoped taking a break would give me the energy for that final push.

    Returned to writing yesterday, and I’m glad I stepped away from the book for a bit. Re-reading the scene I was in the middle of revealed a glaring hole in its logic.

    I found a fix, but it means shifting the course of things going back a few chapters. So these past few days have been ones of revision, of snipping out the parts that don’t make sense and replacing them with explanations that do.

    I’m hoping by next week I’ll be back to making forward progress. But for now, it’s patch, patch, patch, till the plot holds water again.

    → 7:02 AM, Mar 4
  • Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer

    Tense, claustrophobic, and dreamlike, a Lovecraftian tale as told by Borges.

    Reminded me a bit of Lost with the exotic location, the exploration of a place where strange things happen. Also because it frustrated me like Lost did, introducing mysteries and building tension that it had no intention of resolving.

    Three things about writing I learned from it:

    • Repeating flashbacks in the middle of a mystery narrative can backfire. If you've built up enough tension in the main story, the flashbacks will be an annoyance, an obstacle for readers to overcome.
    • Beware clinical detachment in the narrator. It's ok for a chapter or two, but over the length of a novel it drains any concern the reader might have for them.
    • If you can remove half the narrative and your story still makes sense, consider leaving it out.
    → 7:00 AM, Feb 22
  • The End is Visible

    Novel’s at 70,684 words.

    Final third of the novel is starting to take shape.

    The plot’s taken two sharp left turns in as many weeks, but it’s ended up on a path where I can actually see where things are going now, and how they’ll wrap up.

    It’s an odd feeling. Here I was trudging along with no end in sight, just a vague idea of how I wanted things to turn out. The plot – and my original outline – suffer two sharp shocks, and now I know where I’m going.

    Let’s hope it lasts for the next 20,000 words.

    → 7:00 AM, Feb 19
  • Envy of Angels by Matt Wallace

    Absolutely awesome from start to finish. Blends haute-cuisine, horror, and comedy into a cocktail that went down so smooth, I’ve already ordered the sequel. If you’ve ever wished Top Chef were more like The Dresden Files, this is the book for you.

    Taught me three things about writing:

    • With an omniscient narrator, you can just drop backstory on readers, instead of having flashbacks or waiting for it to come out through dialog. Keep it short, though, so it doesn't interrupt the flow of the story.
    • Opening with action is tough. It's a good hook, but without really vivid descriptions, it's going to be hard for the reader to picture what's happening, since they don't yet have a feel for the characters.
    • It's easier for readers to accept the fantastic mixing with everyday life if the characters take it seriously as well. They shouldn't be blasé, but having them face the weird head-on is a great way to make it feel more real (as opposed to, say, spending half the book in either denial or ignorance).
    → 7:00 AM, Feb 17
  • Slapped in the Face with the Answer

    Novel’s at 68,869 words.

    My characters are smarter than me.

    Throughout writing this book, there’s been a couple of weak links in the chain of my original outline. Places where various plot threads didn’t quite meet up. I’ve been debating – and discarding – different ways to resolve them, but never quite hit on the right way.

    That is, until not one, but two of my characters told me the solution.

    One of them did it quite early on, but I dismissed it as too easy a way out.

    But this week, another character told me the same thing. This time, I listened.

    It creeped me out a little, because they handed me both the solution and the justification for it. It ties all the plot threads together, makes sense of the entire chain of events, and deepens the conflict at the same time.

    It’s beautiful, but even though it came from one of my characters, it doesn’t feel like my idea.

    I’m using it anyway, though.

    → 7:00 AM, Feb 12
  • Emerging from the Shadows

    Novel’s at 66,694 words.

    This week’s events have thrown more light onto the villain of the novel: what he wants, how far he’s willing to go to get it, and just how long he’s been planning to take it.

    One of my protagonists is gone. The other has to carry on mostly alone now, and I don’t know if she can survive. She’s out of her depth, and she’ll need all the allies she can find – or cajole – to win this one.

    Here’s hoping.

    → 7:00 AM, Feb 5
  • Running Off the Rails Holding Scissors

    Novel’s at 64,623 words.

    My entire plot’s taken a huge left turn.

    I’ve been off outline for a while, but not in a scary way. Most of what’s happening has followed on from what’s happened before, a nice logical progression of “this has happened, so the character would do that” kind of writing.

    It let me forget that this novel has a villain. And they’re not sitting idle.

    On Wednesday morning, they insisted on doing something so terrible, it’s thrown all my plans out the door. One of the characters might be dead. Another might be about to turn criminal.

    And the villain? Well, they’ve taken a huge leap forward towards winning.

    There’s no telling where the story’s going. It’s terrifying, but thrilling as well. I have to write it, now, if only to find out what happens next.

    → 10:00 AM, Jan 29
  • Steady On

    Pushed the novel to 62,769 words this week.

    I’m trying to worry less and less about picking the right words, about using the right sentences to get my meaning across. As I drift further from my original outline, I’m trying to focus on discovering what happens next, on keeping things consistent, rather than the particular phrasing I’m using.

    That’s rough for me, since I’ve always been careful about the words I use when talking or writing, always worried about saying the wrong thing, about failing.

    But in this case, failure means not speaking, not writing. So long as I can get something down, I can move forward, and discover more of the book. I try to remind myself of that, and to remember that only once the book is done can I go back and make it right.

    → 10:00 AM, Jan 22
  • Grinding Ahead

    Novel’s reached 61,085 words.

    New routine is still working. I’ve managed to hit or exceed my word count goal each day, by writing for thirty minutes each day, first thing in the morning.

    Such a small thing, a small amount of time, and yet it’s made a big difference. I’m starting to see progress again on the book, scenes wrapping up and new ones getting started, new plot lines opening up ahead of me.

    I’ve even allowed myself to take the weekends off from writing, so I can work on other projects. I think of it as both a reward and an incentive: reward for getting the writing done during the week, incentive to hit my word goal each day for the next one.

    We’ll see how long it holds, especially as I head into the uncharted (unoutlined) territory ahead of me. But for now, it feels good to be making steady, if slow, progress.

    → 10:00 AM, Jan 15
  • New Year, New Start

    Novel’s at 59,195 words.

    Didn’t get much writing done over Christmas break at all. Had all these great plans for cranking out mounds of text while I was off work, plans that got thrown out when my wife and I both came back from seeing my family in Texas with the flu.

    Oddly enough, it seems the break was good for me. I’ve been getting up an hour earlier since the start of the new year, taking time to both exercise (nothing makes me worry about my physical fitness more than when my body breaks down on me) and write.

    So far it’s working. I’m still sick, and now sore to boot, but I’ve hit my word goal every day this week. I feel like I’ve discovered an extra hour that was hiding from me.

    I’ll also admit a small part of me likes writing despite my lingering cough, as if each word is me spitting in the eye of disease.

    So here’s to the New Year. May we all use it to write more, to write better, to write, write, write.

    → 10:00 AM, Jan 8
  • The Golem and the Jinni by Helene Wecker

    Reads like a nineteenth-century fairy tale. Manages to weave these mythical characters into a bigger story about the immigrant experience in 19th century New York. Wonderfully well-done.

    Taught me a few new things about writing:

    • You can use multiple perspectives to build tension into the narrative, by giving the reader access to thoughts and feelings that impact the main characters later on.
    • It's okay to give opinionated descriptions. In fact, letting your character's perspective color the way they describe the world around them is a great way to make both feel more real.
    • Even an absurd premise, if taken seriously enough, can become drama.
    → 10:00 AM, Jan 4
  • Writing in Batches

    Novel’s at 56,441 words.

    Got most of my writing for the week done on Sunday, in one go.

    I’m glad I did. Between the new dog, a root canal retreat, and pushing to get everything done at work before the holiday break, it’s been harder to slip into writing mode during the small breaks I have to get some done.

    Hopefully I’ll be able to carve out some more time this weekend to write another chunk of the book, and once the holidays hit, make a concerted push to write more every day.

    → 10:00 AM, Dec 11
  • Shifting the Outline

    Novel’s at 55,647 words.

    I’ve been able to hit my 250 word goal most days, thank goodness.

    Not every day; I’ll confess that when the brand-new tub started leaking again and one of the house’s walls started wobbling and my wife and I stayed up half the night talking about giving up and moving out, my brain was too distracted to do much writing.

    But we’re pushing through that, and I’m continuing to push through the book.

    I’ve had to shift to doing more outlining, though. I’m about halfway in, and I’ve introduced enough new characters and plot threads that I needed to spend some time adjusting my plan for the latter half of the book.

    Granted, that’s time I’m not putting words on the page, but it’s helped me feel more focused when I do start writing again. By taking a step back, I get a better sense of what things are worth keeping going forward, and which characters need a little more fleshing out if they’re going to stay. I can also see what threads I’ve been dropping, and plan a way to bring them back in before it’s too late.

    → 10:00 AM, Dec 4
  • Reverse Pomodoro

    Still no working bathroom, no walls on the house, no ceiling in one room, and no fix for my failed root canal.

    But I’ve managed to get the novel to 53,225 words.

    I’ve hit my word count every day this week, by writing in the cracks: while my wife is getting ready in the morning before work, on my lunch break, while I’m waiting to be picked up after work. It’s only 5, 10 minutes at a time, sometimes less, but it’s somehow enough.

    I’m pushing myself to write, even on my phone, even if I don’t remember the exact line I left off on in the book. It’s forcing me to keep more of the story in my head, sure, but it’s allowing me to move forward despite not having a solid block of time to work in.

    I keep telling myself that the only way to fail here is to quit. So I’m not going to quit, even if it takes me another six months to get to the end of the novel. I’m going to finish it.

    → 10:00 AM, Nov 20
  • No Time to Wait on a Sinking Ship

    I’ve had to compromise on my daily word count multiple times. First I slipped from 500 words a day to 500 words per weekday, taking weekends off. Then it was 500 words three days a week. Then 250 words.

    Now if I get any words down at all during a day, I have to pat myself on the back.

    Somehow I’ve managed to push the novel to 50,898 words.

    Meanwhile, the house we bought is being completely rewired, most of the walls have had to come down and be replaced, the living room’s missing a ceiling, and I haven’t had a fully functioning bathroom for five days (we discovered a leak in the walls of the shower that meant we had to replace the whole thing: tub, surround and all).

    Oh, and one of my root canals decided to fail after humming along quietly for ten years.

    I’ve tried to tell myself that this’ll all pass soon, and I can tread water until things get back to normal.

    But what if they don’t? What if this cascading series of crises is the normal? What if it lasts 3 months? 6? A year? Am I going to wait to finish till then? Am I going to hold back and make do when I don’t know what will happen next?

    I don’t want to tread water. I want to take what I’m going through and pour it into the book, to turn these failures into something successful.

    I don’t have any control of what part of the house – or me – falls apart next. I can’t even control my schedule enough to have a regular writing time anymore. But I can push myself to write every chance I get, to use marlapaige’s suggestion and write on my phone, write in my notebook, write anywhere and everywhere. I can finish what I’ve started, and I don’t have to wait.

    → 10:00 AM, Nov 13
  • Is This Progress?

    Novel’s at 49,793 words.

    I’m having to steal writing time from other things. Not set aside time, but literally steal, like jotting down a few dozen words while waiting for my wife to pick me up from work, or hovering outside the bedroom/office in the morning with my laptop so I don’t wake her.

    It’s frustrating. I feel like I’m not making any progress, that I can’t build up any momentum. It helps that I’m trying to pants things a little more – easier to snatch time from other things for writing that way – but it also hurts, since without a larger plan of where I’m going I don’t have a way to track how far I’ve come.

    I’m trying to be patient, to eek out what words I can until the house is in better shape. But we keep coming across problems in the house that need to be fixed – like the bathtub leak we found two days ago – that keep sucking up all my time.

    I’m afraid; afraid that if I don’t get some sort of rhythm going again that I won’t finish the book. And I don’t want that kind of failure hanging around my neck.

    → 10:00 AM, Nov 6
  • Anathem by Neal Stephenson

    Came out of this one with mixed feelings. Really enjoyed the first third or so of the book, but it turned into a slog about halfway through, when the focus shifted away from the monasteries. Almost broke off reading a couple times after that.

    I did learn a few things about writing, though:

    • In a work this long, with this many locations, maps become critical. I got lost in the monastery, I got lost during the overland journey, I got lost in every location despite -- or because of? -- the descriptions. Even a rudimentary map would have helped anchor me in the world.
    • When introducing a new vocabulary, you need to be doubly-sure the reader understands those terms before they become critical to the plot. There was an entire section (the first voco incident) that had no emotional impact for me because I didn't know what voco was.
    • Showing a different side of a cliché plot can be enough to make it interesting again. In the regular telling of this story, the avout would be on the sidelines, popping up only when things needed explaining to the other characters. But here they're the focus, so we see the entire incident from their point of view, making an old plot feel fresh.
    → 10:00 AM, Nov 2
  • Writing on the Run

    Greetings from Arkansas!

    No writing post last week, because on Thursday I finished packing up the house, got on a plane, and flew into Fort Smith.

    Got a lot of work done on the flight, but since then writing time has been hard to come by. The house we bought turns out to have bad wiring, bad plumbing, mice, and walls so shot through with mold we’re having to strip them down to the studs.

    Oh, and our stuff hasn’t arrived, so I’m still living out of a suitcase.

    Thankfully there’s a coffee shop nearby (ok, it’s ten minutes away by car, which is really damn close by Arkansas standards) with comfy chairs and semi-reliable wifi. It’s been my office all week, for both the day job and the writing job.

    I’ve managed to push the novel’s word count to 46,417 words, though it feels like I’m writing while on some sort of weird business trip. One where I don’t go anywhere, but I also don’t know where anything is or have any space to call my own.

    Thank goodness the same techniques that work on planes have been working here: put the headphones on, re-read the last day’s work, and write what comes next.

    → 9:00 AM, Oct 9
  • Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

    The second of the set of classics I’ve decided to finally go back and read.

    As with Heart of Darkness, this book deserves its status. It’s oddly written from a modern perspective, violating rules left and right – telling instead of showing, switching from third to first person narration at the end of the book, having significant action happen off-screen – but is an absolute delight to read. The characters are all distinct and interesting, the dialog often made me laugh out loud, and despite the gulf of two hundred years – and a good deal of class status – made me relate to and care about the happiness of the Bennets.

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • Verbal tags (e.g., he shouted, she sighed) aren't as necessary as I thought. Austen uses almost none, yet since we know so much about each character's personality, we can infer the tone and intent.
    • Description can be dropped for a book set in the same time period as the audience. Austen didn't need to describe a drawing room, or a coach, or any of the characters' clothes. Cutting all that description gave her more room for dialog and inner thoughts, which was more time for us to spend getting to know and care about her characters.
    • Don't feel constrained by time. Austen zooms in and out of events as she pleases, summarizing a ball but giving a single conversation blow-by-blow. Skipping over events let her cover a lot of ground in a single novel.
    → 9:00 AM, Sep 28
  • Dropping Threads

    Novel’s made it to 43,593 words.

    Starting to worry that pantsing it means I’m dropping plot threads. I’ve already noticed a major one that just completely fell of my radar, and two more that are smaller but also haven’t been addressed in a while.

    Not sure if I should slow down and try to fill them in, work the missing threads back into the book, or keep moving forward, and worry about fixing it later.

    This might even be a good thing, a sign that these plot elements don’t belong, and should be cut, not reinforced.

    It’s hard to tell which is right. I think it’s too late for the major plot point, that’ll have to wait for the second draft. The minor ones, though, I think I can fill in as I go, and take care not to leave them behind. I guess if I get stuck somewhere further in to the book, and it’s because of these missing threads, I’ll know to be more careful in the future.

    → 9:00 AM, Sep 25
  • Writing Through It

    Novel’s grown to 41,169 words.

    This week’s writing has been done not in spite of stress, or without it, but because of it.

    A lot of things I thought were settled suddenly popped back up again: my mother-in-law has been in and out of the hospital, the buyers for our house seem to be having second thoughts, and my day job turned into slamming my head into a brick wall over and over again, for eight hours.

    On top of that, the time for me to pack up the house and move is getting closer, so I’ve got that prep to deal with: going through years of accumulated memories in an empty house and sorting through which ones get to come with us and which ones get left behind.

    I thought it would prove too much, and that I’d have to stop writing again. I did take off an extra day this week, spent it watching movies instead of working on the book.

    But the next day I got back into it, and was surprised to find that writing the novel – at this point, at least – is the easiest way to take my mind off of all the stress. It’s hard to feel lonely when I’m writing dialog, or worry about my house selling when I’m trying to work through a character’s alibi.

    I’m not sure why it’s so different now than back in July. Perhaps it’s because I’ve loosened my grip on my outline, so I don’t have to think so far ahead?

    Whatever the cause, I’m grateful for it.

    → 9:00 AM, Sep 18
  • A Dirty Job by Christopher Moore

    An amazing achievement. Moore’s novel deals head-on with the tragedy and emotional wreckage of losing someone you love, but doesn’t pull its comedic punches either. You end up with a book that’s perfectly willing to poke fun of the lead character one minute, then show the empathy resulting from his experience of tragedy the next.

    Oh, and did I mention Moore does it while keeping the writing so smooth its frictionless, juggling multiple points of view, and occasionally just stopping the action to give background on the psychology of the main character?

    Forget amazing. It’s intimidating.

    Three things I gleaned from this one:

    • You can get away with dropping a lot of background info on the reader if it's: a) humorous and entertaining, b) about one of the main characters, c) dropped in after the reader's already emotionally invested in that character
    • Placing a tragedy at the heart of a comedy gives it an emotional weight that strengthens both
    • You can setup multiple POV later in a novel by swapping out from the main character for short bursts in the beginning, then gradually lengthening the time away from the main POV character as you go. By the time you get to the longer passages later in the book, your readers won't have any problems switching and keeping track of them all.
    → 9:00 AM, Sep 14
  • The Only Thing Blocking Me is My Fear of Being Blocked

    Novel’s reached 37,510 words.

    My semi-pantsing of the thing is still working. The characters are starting to do and say things on their own now, which I’m taking as a good sign. It means I can relax my grip a little more, give them leeway to go through the story in their own way.

    I still get a sense of physical terror when I sit down at the keyboard, though. It’s been getting stronger every day the past week, as if each day’s success means I’m that much more likely to fail the next day. I know it’s not true, that the words will come if I just sit down and push them out.

    But fear isn’t rational. Sure, I’m not as worried anymore about making the first draft as perfect as it can be. Now I’m just worried about being able to write each day’s part of the draft at all.

    Only way I’ve found so far to defeat the anxiety is, of course, to write. Writing the day’s words pushes the fear back a little, proves once again that I can do this, that I can create something on the page.

    → 9:00 AM, Sep 11
  • Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad

    Realized recently that I’ve never read many of the classic works of literature: no Dickens, no Hemingway, no Austen. So I picked up a dozen or so and I’m going to work my way through them.

    Heart of Darkness is one of those books I’ve heard about for years, especially about its influence on other books and movies (notably Apocalypse Now).

    It’s an odd book, short and yet seemingly told with one long breath, filled with racist slurs but treating the plight of africans under colonial rule with sympathy, overflowing with details one minute and skipping ahead days the next.

    A few things about writing I learned from it:

    • Dropping the use of chapters, and keeping the narrative flow constant, means there's no pauses for the reader to use as an excuse to put the book down.
    • A story that reads well aloud can be forgiven a lot. There's large points where Conrad tells instead of showing, or skips over details, or repeats words and phrases, but it never bothered me enough that I stopped reading. The language drew me in; it sounded like the narrator was there whispering in my ear, and how could I be so rude as to stop listening?
    • First-person narration is still very powerful, combining direct access to a character's thoughts with the characterization and reading speed you get from dialog.
    → 9:04 AM, Sep 7
  • Maybe I'm a Pantser

    Novel’s at 32,277 words.

    Most days I’ve managed to write more than my 250 word goal, hitting somewhere north of 500 words before stopping for the day. Those words are flowing more easily now, the scene building itself out as I keep asking myself “what the characters would do?” without regard for the rest of the plot I’ve outlined.

    I even found a way to make my inconsistencies consistent within the scope of the story, which was not only a pleasant surprise, but has helped me loosen the grip of my inner editor and just set words down on the page.

    We’ll see how long it lasts, but for now I’m going to ride the wave this technique is giving me.

    → 9:00 AM, Sep 4
  • The Fuller Memorandum by Charles Stross

    One of those books I tried several times to read, failed to get into, and finally just plowed through.

    I’m glad I did. Stross has created a fantastic updating of the Lovecraftian mythos, blending it with computer science, government bureaucracy, spy thrillers, and comedy (yes, all four).

    The result doesn’t have the creepiness or the horror of the source material anymore, but is much more entertaining.

    (Incidentally, this is the third novel in the series. Yes, I started with the third one. No, I didn’t feel lost, but I did feel silly for not starting at the beginning.)

    Three things I learned about writing:

    • You can still get tension from a narrative told as a memoir. When your characters can go insane or become disembodied spirits, terrible things can happen to them but still leave them able to narrate.
    • Writing what you know can give you interesting twists on old material. Stross was a programmer for a while, and that kind of thinking is what makes his take on Lovecraft's old gods feel new.
    • Even in a first-person story, you can still show non-POV character scenes by cheating a little, and having the narrator imagine how they would have gone.
    → 8:00 AM, Aug 31
  • Back to Work

    Novel’s at 29,068 words: I’m back to working on it, and it feels great.

    The week off really helped me relax, as did spending time with my friends, getting out of the house and forgetting about the stress of moving for a while. I was only able to write a few hundred words on Saturday, but it felt like a victory.

    I’ve kept up a moderate pace since then, carving out enough time to write at least 250 words each day. I’m keeping the word goal low for now, letting myself go over it but also giving myself permission to stop when I hit 250. It’s a small number, but it’s more than zero, and a target I can hit.

    → 9:00 AM, Aug 28
  • Time to Breathe

    I haven’t written anything for the novel in a week.

    More importantly, I haven’t let myself work on the novel in a week. I’ve been following Vivien Reis' advice, giving myself time to step away from writing and focus on what’s happening right now with my family.

    It’s turned out to be exactly what I needed. I’ve been able to focus better at work, I’ve been more relaxed about all the house showings and paperwork and myriad other little things I’ve had to deal with as we prepare to up sticks and move.

    I still feel guilty, though. Like I’m shirking my homework, which is fine for a little while, but eventually you sit down for the final exam and you haven’t a clue what’s going on.

    So I’m going to try writing again this weekend. Not much, just an hour or two at most, and with no word count in mind.

    Perhaps this way I can use the novel to keep me busy, to keep my mind off things, on days when I’m not at work. And assuage some of the guilt I’m feeling.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 21
  • Treading Water

    Novel stands at 26,750 words.

    Haven’t posted here in a while because my life is being turned upside-down.

    My wife’s currently in Arkansas, tending her mother, who was admitted to the hospital a few weeks ago with a serious heart-and-lung condition. My wife flew out just three days after she heard, and has been there ever since.

    Her mom has been discharged, and is recovering, but will need near-constant care for the next year or so. My wife’s currently providing that care, and intends to keep providing it. That means we’re looking at moving, at leaving the house and city and friends we’ve come to love here in California, and going back to Arkansas.

    So my past few weeks have been a blur of getting my wife to Arkansas, supporting her through the early days of her mom’s discharge, and now putting our house on the market and preparing to move.

    Needless to say, I didn’t hit my target word count for NaNoWriMo.

    I’m finding it hard to write in general, not just finding the time but finding the mental space to build up the novel in my head and then set it down on paper. It’s like I have room in my head for my job and my wife and my move, and nothing else.

    If I manage to squeak out just 150 words in a day, I have to call it a victory, because many days I don’t manage any.

    But I haven’t given up, and I won’t stop writing during this new phase of my life. I’ll grind out what I can for now, and look to pick up the pace once we settle in to our new digs.

    → 8:00 AM, Aug 14
  • Feeling My Way Forward

    Novel’s currently at 7,787 words.

    I’ve only written the first couple of scenes, and I’m already at a point where I’m a little undecided about which way to go.

    I have the words ready to go to start toward the next scene, but I’m not sure what to do once I get there.

    So do I pause here and outline out what happens next? Wait to write more till I know what’s going to happen? Or just let the words flow, and find out what happens as I write it?

    The latter instinct terrifies me. The former path makes me worry I’ll spend too much time plotting, and not enough time writing.

    I guess I can always go forward now, and fix any mistakes later. It just feels like a wrong turn this early could force a lot of extra rewriting later.

    → 8:02 AM, Jul 17
  • Slowed, Not Blocked

    Not much progress this week: only at 4,180 words.

    I’d like to say that I didn’t get to write much this week, as if writing time were something that were doled out to me by a woman with a hairnet and an ice-cream scoop.

    But that’s not the case. The truth is I didn’t take as much time to write this week as I needed to. I chose other things – morning exercise, staying a little longer at work, going out with my family – and that’s ok, but I need to remember that it’s a choice.

    That means I’m on the hook for not getting as far as I should have this week. It also means it’s in my control to change that, to make different choices and get more writing done.

    So my writing slowed this week, but I haven’t stopped, and I’m not blocked altogether, thank goodness. It’s just a reminder that I have to carve out the time I know I need to make the progress I want.

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 10
  • It's Begun!

    Started writing the new novel July 1st, as scheduled. Already 1,600 words in.

    It was an incredible relief to write those first 250 words. I had such a hard time outlining the book that I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to put anything down, that the magic would fail me this time.

    But it hasn’t yet. I’m already adding things to the world, color and details I didn’t think of before, just by writing about it.

    I forgot how much fun this can be, making things up and seeing where they lead. It’s addictive.

    I don’t want it to end.

    → 8:00 AM, Jul 3
  • Gaudy Night by Dorothy L Sayers

    An excellent book, but one I wouldn’t have been able to finish without spoilers. It’s got a very slow start, and even 100 pages in I couldn’t tell most of the characters apart, or match character names to titles to dialogue.

    I almost quit the book, but then I reread the essay in Jo Walton’s What Makes This Book So Great that got me to read it in the first place. By giving away the ending, and filling in some of the gaps in a modern readers' knowledge – for example, in 1936, when the book was written, if a college-educated woman got married, she could no longer teach at the university, making the family-or-career choice a stark one – Walton’s essay opened the book up for me, and let me pick up on the multiple ways gender politics is woven throughout.

    This is the first time spoilers for a mystery not only didn’t ruin the story, but positively enhanced it for me. If you plan on reading the book, I’d recommend reading Walton’s essay first, if only to equip you with the knowledge of the day that Sayers assumed all her readers had.

    I noticed two interesting things about the way the book was written.

    First, almost all the action is conveyed through dialogue. There’s a few scenes where Sayers describes what a character does – flicking on a light, for example – but most of the time, Sayers lets her characters talk about the action, or lets us guess that action is taking place by having them describe it. It makes the dialogue feel more real to me, somehow, when we don’t have to interrupt the character’s speech to say something as mundane as “he put on his hat and coat.” Instead, we can let the character’s personality shine through by having them talk about their hat and coat as they put it on, or mumble about how they need to get that elbow patched or complain about missing buttons. However, it doesn’t seem to work well when the reader isn’t familiar with the actions involved; there was a scene in Gaudy Night where the main characters were boating down the Thames, and I couldn’t picture anything that was going on.

    Second, the way in which the theme of gender politics gets echoed throughout the book felt masterful to me. It comes up in multiple conversations, it lies at the heart of the mystery, and it’s the core of the problem Harriet Vane (the main and only perspective character) wrestles with throughout: whether to marry Peter Wimsey, or rejoin the scholarly world at Oxford?

    I think it even shows up in the structure of the book itself: most of the characters are women, all of the suspects are women, and it’s a woman that leads the investigation for 3/4 of the entire book. It’s a Peter Wimsey Mystery without much Peter Wimsey at all, and the only men that show up most of the novel are adjuncts to the narrative, distractions from the main events, rather than principal players. It’s something that’s all-too-rarely done today, and it must have seemed radical in 1936. I think it was also done deliberately, to make the book not only contain discussions of gender politics and the roles of men and women, but be a shot fired on the side of equality.

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 29
  • Off to Camp

    I’ve joined Camp NaNoWriMo this year.

    NaNoWriMo gave me the motivation I needed to start – and then finish – my first novel last year. The target word count for the month, the daily emails from professionals about their writing process, even the simple bar chart showing my daily progress, all pushed me to see it through.

    I’m hoping to get the same kind of kick in the pants from Camp NaNoWriMo. It starts July first, but there’s no set word count goal, no restrictions on what you can work on, like for regular NaNoWriMo. I’ve set a personal goal of 30,000 words for the month, enough to challenge me but not enough to feel like a mad dash toward the finish line.

    They’ve also got the idea of cabins, where they group you up with other writers for the month. I think the idea is that we band together to reach our writing goals, by maybe sharing snippets of what we’re working on, or just talking about our own writing experiences. In any case, I’m looking forward to finding out who my cabin-mates will be.

    As for the outline, it should be ready to go July 1st. I’ve got the flow and basic challenges set, nailed down the start and finish, and am getting the characters personalities and voices set in my mind.

    I’m still nervous about starting the actual writing of it, but I tell myself that’s normal, and that I have permission to suck on the first draft. But there won’t be a second draft unless I finish the first one, and I won’t finish unless I start, so there’s no getting out of it.

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 26
  • Working Forwards and Backwards

    Outline’s not quite done. I keep bouncing back and forth between the plot and the characters, each change rippling out and making me re-arrange chapters and scenes.

    It feels harder this time, and I can’t tell if that’s because it’s such a different book, or because I’m simply afraid of not being able to write a second novel, or because the idea’s not as good as I think it is.

    The only thing I can do is keep plugging away at it, pushing the outline around until I have enough of a plot shape to start writing. I tell myself that all it takes is time, and I should be patient, but that doesn’t change the fact that my last outline took me two weeks while this one is a month and counting.

    Maybe I should just dive in and start writing, outline be damned? Maybe what worked for the last book isn’t going to work for this one.

    It might come to that. In any case, I’m setting a deadline for myself of July 1st. Outline or no, I’m going to start writing the first scene on or before then.

    → 8:33 AM, Jun 19
  • Laying Down the Path

    Thanks to the good advice from L.D. Parker in the comments, I resolved last week’s plotting dilemma by deciding to interweave the narrative from the trigger character and protagonist’s point of views. I’ll start with the initial “hook” scene I have in mind for the first chapter, then do an intro chapter with the protag, then alternate back and forth throughout the book.

    I tell myself that even if it doesn’t work the way I want it to, I can go back and do whatever I need to fix it (probably drop the trigger character and focus solely on the protag), so long as I make it through the first draft.

    With that problem solved, I finally started writing up the outline, character sketches, etc for the new book in Scrivener. This means taking all the notes I’ve jotted down – some handwritten, some typed up in Evernote, some dictated into my phone – and bringing them together in one place, and imposing some sort of order on them.

    It’s the last step before I actually start writing, and it gives me a visual indication of holes in the plot, of weak points in the story that’s developing. For example, I can already see that I’m going to need a lot more background for my protag than I have worked out so far, simply because the number of their scenes aren’t balanced against the trigger character.

    With luck, I’ll have the initial plan written up and into Scrivener by the end of next week, and then I’ll be ready to plunge back into the blank page and start swimming toward the finish line.

    → 8:00 AM, Jun 12
  • Forks in the Road

    Had a minor hiccup in outlining the new book while I was traveling: I decided to change the main character. Thought for a few days there I’d have to split the books off, and use the previous set of characters for the plot I had been working on while thinking up a different plot for the new protagonist.

    Thankfully my split-brain didn’t last long; I realized I could rework the old plot for the new characters, and keep everything I liked about both.

    So now I’m laying out the narrative for the new book. I’ve got the antagonist’s motives and moves down, and the same for what I’m thinking of as the “trigger character,” the one that starts things moving.

    Having some trouble deciding when and how to bring in my protagonist though. I’ve got several different routes to take, some of which use the initial scene I want to have and some that don’t. The problem (at the moment) is that the routes that don’t use that scene make more sense than the ones that do.

    So do I let go of this little darling scene of mine? Or do I brainstorm until I can find a way to keep it and have a protag intro that makes sense?

    → 8:02 AM, Jun 5
  • The Restoration Game by Ken Macleod

    A quick, enjoyable read. Indiana Jones crossed with John Le Carré sprinkled with some Inception-like plotting.

    Presents itself as a regular sci-fi novel, but the first half is almost completely filled with flashbacks, a series of nested stories, one inside the other, each level going one step further back into the past. Macleod pulls it off by having the same narrator tell most of it, then uses interrogation transcripts and letters to fill out the rest.

    It’s nested all the way down, with the novel’s big ideas woven into the structure of the narrative itself. Ultimately works it way back to the very beginning, the first story, closing the loop in a very tidy (but not too tidy) way.

    It’s the best method of infodumping I’ve seen in a long time.

    Macleod may have carried the nesting too far. By the time I reached the end of the book (and back to the first level of nested story) I had to re-read the beginning to remind myself of what was going on there, and I’m not sure the details between the two endpoints match up.

    Still, it’s a lesson in how to present a lot of backstory (~100 pages worth!) to the reader without it feeling shoved down their throat.

    → 7:00 AM, May 18
  • Crawling Toward the Start Line

    I’ve decided to stick with the plan of working on the new novel first, and then going back to edit the last one.

    That means I need to get cracking on a serious outline for the new book. Got some travel coming up next week, which should give me some dedicated time to start hashing that out. I’ve got the three main characters already and the basic plot, so it’ll be a matter of working out the beats of the story as well as taking a first stab at how it will end. That ending will probably be completely different by the time its written, but I need a star to steer by if I’m going to get in the boat.

    With luck — and work, let’s not forget time-in-chair — I’ll have the outline done in two weeks, so I can start writing in earnest by June 1st. That’ll give me six months of runway to be finished before the end of the year.

    Let’s hope it’s enough.

    → 7:00 AM, May 15
  • The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison

    Medieval-level fantasy with goblins and elves, airships and intrigue, and race relations and gender politics and multiple sexual orientations. In a word, awesome.

    Vivid and rich and alive in unexpected ways. The plot is rather basic — outsider unexpectedly inherits the throne, has to learn to rule people that look down on him — but the characters are so interesting, so well fleshed-out, that it held me all the way through. I might just read it again.

    The big writing lesson for me from this book is exactly that: well-written characters that you want to spend time with will compensate for a lot of other shortcomings. For The Goblin Emperor, those shortcomings would normally compel me to stop reading.

    I gave up trying to pronounce many of the fantasy words and names it introduces. The glossary of terms, which I found while desperately searching for some sort of help in keeping terms and titles and characters straight, proved to be worthless. Many of its definitions are either self-referential or refer to other terms which are. There’s also no map, so I had no idea of the relative size or placement of any of the cities and nations mentioned in the book. As some of the intrigue involves trade relations among neighboring realms, this was frustrating.

    But I ultimately didn’t care. I cared about the main character from the first chapter, and cared about the others almost as quickly. I skipped over names, I couldn’t keep any of the titles straight, I had no idea where anything was, and I didn’t care. The main challenges of the book were people, and I wanted the main character to succeed with all of them. Everything else faded away.

    → 7:00 AM, May 11
  • Pulled

    Even while outlining the new novel, I keep wanting to go back to the old.

    Especially now that I’ve gotten some reader feedback. Makes me think maybe my time would be better spent editing and polishing the novel I’ve got, rather than writing a new one.

    Or perhaps I should switch to outlining and writing the sequel to the last novel? That’d be easier: I’ve already got the characters and the world in place, and some history established. I should be able to get off and running on that book faster than the first, right?

    It’s hard for me to tell whether this is my normal flightiness or a sensible course correction.

    For now, I’m going to stick with the plan: outline and write a new book with completely different characters, then come back to the first novel and edit it into shape. With that done, I’ll be able to alternate periods of new writing with periods of editing, and hopefully get into a rhythm that’ll sustain me all the way to publication.

    → 7:12 AM, May 8
  • Outsiders

    Genre fiction has always been aimed at the Outsider, at the person with enough distance from the dominant culture to think critically about it.

    It’s just that our definition of Outsider has expanded.

    When I was a kid, I felt like an Outsider because I was clumsy and nerdy and socially awkward. The school’s hierarchy enforced that status: football players were in, science geeks were out. Genre fiction was pitched directly at me, giving me an escape from social rejection and poverty and feeding into the sense of wonder I held about the world around me.

    I never thought about the fact that, as a white male, the ladder I felt myself to be on the low rungs of was already placed far over the heads of other groups.

    As an adult, I no longer feel like an Outsider. Though I undoubtedly am an Outsider when in certain company — I’m an atheist, which puts me out from most of the American populace, and a programmer, which makes my work boring to most people — I don’t feel like one day in and day out.

    I’ve come to realize that there are other people who feel much more like Outsiders than I ever did, and that while my Outsider-status has diminished with adulthood, theirs has likely only been enhanced, as their life experiences diverge from what’s considered acceptable in wider society.

    These people — women*, people of color, the LBGT community — deserve genre fiction that speaks to them, that talks about their experiences as Outsiders (and Insiders**), that addresses their issues and their needs. I’m glad to see my favorite section of the bookstore embracing them, proud to see us growing up as a subculture.

    I still enjoy this fiction, even though I’m straight, and white, and male. Because I remember being the kid that didn’t fit in, that no one wanted to play with, that adults felt uncomfortable around and kids didn’t want to talk to. Sci-fi and fantasy was there for me, and it can and should be there for others, as long as there are outsiders that need it.

    The Imagination is a big place. there’s room for all of us.

     

    * Which, holy shit, that half of the population should be sidelined in pop culture for so long is mind-boggling ** Everyone that belongs to a subculture outside the norm is automatically an Insider for that subculture

    → 7:00 AM, May 6
  • Encouraging News

    First reader review of the novel draft is in! And it’s generally positive!

    True, it’s from a good friend of mine, who’s definitely biased. And yes, he had a list of suggested edits for me, from grammar mistakes to confusing descriptions to scenes that dragged on too long (all of which he’s right about). But overall he liked it, and he wants to read more.

    Maybe it’s not as bad as I feared, after all.

    Or perhaps it is, and he’s seeing past the mistakes to how good the novel could be, if edited into shape.

    Either way, it’s encouraging for me to hear. If I can entertain one person with the first draft, I can entertain more with the second, and even more with the third. It’ll take work to get there, but this kind of validation, however biased it may be, makes me feel like it’ll be worth it.

    → 7:16 AM, May 1
  • Back to the Outline of the Future

    The presentation’s done, the conference is over. I can start turning my attention back to writing.

    But writing what? The book I’m outlining now is near-future science fiction, something that’s usually difficult to pin down. It’ll almost certainly be thought of as a prediction of what’s to come, instead of what it really is: an excuse to indulge some of my programming daydreams without moving too far away from the known and familiar.

    So how do I balance the whimsy I want to put in there and the reality-grounding I know it’ll need? How do I gel a coherent story out of all the ideas bubbling around in my head for such a setting?

    There’s no way to know except to write it, to set something down and then work with it until it reaches the shape I want. So I’m outlining, sketching characters and situations out, building up the scaffolding I’ll need before starting to write in earnest.

    Here we go again.

    → 7:06 AM, Apr 24
  • Feeling the Itch

    Not writing is starting to get under my skin.

    The two weeks I was going to take off has turned into a month.

    At first it was so I could catch up on all the house work I’ve been putting off: hardscaping the front yard in response to the drought, cleaning up the back yard, fixing both fences.

    More recently I’ve held off writing because of a talk I’m giving at a conference for work next week. I knew starting on any novel would quickly occupy whatever spare head space I have, and I wanted to keep that free to work on the presentation.

    Both good reasons. But it doesn’t stop me from missing it. When I was working on the novel, I felt like I had a purpose, a mission to fulfill. Without another novel to work on, I feel more relaxed, true, but also a little empty, a little directionless, a little smaller now that I don’t have any characters spouting dialogue into my head.

    I’m trying to be patient, to keep notes on the books I’m debating working on, to stay focused on the other goals I’ve set for myself for this month. But I miss the work, and need to get back to it.

    → 7:05 AM, Apr 17
  • But who will read it?

    First draft of novel’s done, writing vacation is winding down.

    I’ve got an urge to start editing the novel now, to go back and fix the mistakes I know are there, and find the ones I don’t yet know about.

    But I’m holding off. I’m not ready to treat it objectively yet. While printing it off for my wife to read I read a few pages, and liked it a little too much.

    I need fresh eyes on it, eyes that haven’t seen anything but the words on the page, and so will notice if something’s missing or inconsistent or out of tune. Thus the printing run for my wife, so she can read it while soaking in the tub. And thus my new search for beta readers, for those willing to slog through the mess that is the first draft.

    Wish me luck.

    → 8:00 AM, Apr 10
  • Brain is Out to Lunch

    Decided to take two weeks off of writing. I’m one week in, and it’s only now that those writing muscles are starting to relax.

    First few days I didn’t know what to do with myself. For five months now, all my free time has been given over to the novel. For the last two months, I’ve been spending half of each Saturday and Sunday on it as well.

    So when I woke up on Saturday with nothing to do, I didn’t quite believe it. It’s like when you lost a tooth as a kid, and you kept sticking your tongue in the hole, even though the tooth’s gone and you know it’s gone. My mind kept wanting to remind me to get in there and write, but there was nothing to write, so it was just egging me on for nothing. Had to tell myself each time that I was done, that I’d finished the book, and I’d earned some time off.

    Took me several days of repeating that to finally believe it. And only one day after that for my brain to start churning out ideas for the next book.

    I’m not going to fight it, though. I’m going to gather the ideas as they come, jot them down, while taking at least one more week off. When my vacation’s over, I should have enough to start outlining the next book, and then we’ll start everything all over again.

    I can’t wait.

    → 7:02 AM, Mar 27
  • Passage by Connie Willis

    A frustrating book, in multiple ways.

    Frustrating because it’s good, it’s really good, for about 2/3 of the book. Like her novel Bellweather, Willis really nails the feeling of trying to get something meaningful done while working inside a vast uncaring bureaucracy. By putting me through the minutiae of the main character’s days – including her thoughts on trying to decide what to eat – Willis pulled me into that character’s head, and gave me just as much emotional stake in her research as she had.

    Frustrating, too, because the payoff kept getting pushed out. All that daily minutiae means it takes a few hundred pages before anything really happens in the book, and another few hundred pages before the next event, and so on. The last hundred pages of the second third of the book I couldn’t stop reading, I had to find out what was going to happen. This was partly because of how involved in the character’s life I’d become, but also because it took those hundred pages for something to occur.

    I can’t decide if that technique is completely unfair to the reader – certainly felt unfair to me at the time – or a master stroke of writing something so addicting it kept me reading long past the point of where I’d have dropped something else.

    I did drop it, though. The main storyline basically ends with Part 2. Part 3 is just other characters scrambling to duplicate the main character’s research from Parts 1 & 2, and by that point I’d gotten so frustrated with the pacing that I just skimmed the rest to confirm my suspicions about the plot, and moved on.

    So I’m taking this book as a warning for my own writing. I think my novel has grown to the length it has partly because of how much time I’ve spent in my main characters' heads, writing out their hopes and fears and internal debates. Looking at Passage, it’s a very powerful technique, but its use has to be balanced carefully against the action and dialogue that moves the story forward. Too much of it, and my story will become one long crawl upwards, with few drops or twists and turns to provide some release.

    → 7:00 AM, Mar 23
  • Achievement Unlocked

    The novel’s done! It’s done it’s done it’s done it’s done!

    Wrote the last 8,000 words or so in a white heat. Actually cried and shook at some of the things I was writing, at some of the pain the characters had to go through to get to the end.

    But they made it, and so did I.

    Going to take some time off writing and let my brain decompress…

    Final word count: 139,528

    → 7:00 AM, Mar 20
  • Can't Talk Now; Writing!

    No real blog post today as I focus on the novel.

    Our intrepid protagonists are sharing a last meal together before they go to face the evil that’s been haunting Skallfast, and I can’t just leave them there :)

    I need to see them, and this, through.

    → 7:00 AM, Mar 16
  • Grinding Toward The End

    126,154 words.

    One of the characters surprised me again this week, committing an act I didn’t think they’d get to in this book, and triggering the start of the climax in the bargain.

    For two full days (and 4,000 words) of writing after that point, it was smooth sailing. Words poured out of me, and I felt like I could do it, I could finish, I knew where things were going and every step of the way there.

    That momentum slowed on Monday, died completely on Tuesday, and hasn’t come back yet. I continue to churn out words, and I still know exactly where things are going as it starts the final climb toward the climax, but I feel like I’m pushing the narrative uphill for each step of that climb, word by word.

    I know that I’ll get there. It’s only a matter of time now, of sitting down and writing each days 1,000 words until I reach that point. That doesn’t make the work any easier, or give me any confidence that the final product will be worth reading.

    But I am going to finish, dammit. If it turns out to be crap, well, that’s what the second draft is for, right?

    → 7:15 AM, Mar 13
  • Ooh, shiny!

    The novel’s grown to 118,051 words.

    Where last week felt like plummeting down the tracks in a mining cart, this week has felt like the slow climb upwards that follows. I keep thinking of new projects I could be working on instead of this one, shiny objects to distract me from finishing.

    Just these past few days I’ve thought of two new novels to write and an iOS game to build. I’ve even caught myself starting to write dialogue in the voice of the narrator from a third novel (also as yet unwritten) while daydreaming.

    I have to keep forcing my attention back to the novel I’ve got, the novel that every day gets longer and every day I feel like I have less grasp of.

    Telling myself its okay for the first draft to suck is dangerous now, because my other projects come rushing in, tempting me with their promise of perfection. I know none of them will be perfect in the end, but I want it, I want to write something brilliant and moving that people will remember when I’m gone. I feel like I can see the flaws in my current work all too clearly, and I these distractions are my unconscious way of doubting that it’s worth finishing.

    → 8:05 AM, Mar 6
  • Hold on to Your Butts

    www.youtube.com/watch

    That’s how I feel, like I’ve turned a corner in one of those old mining carts and found the tracks plunge down into the darkness. At the bottom, the climax is there, waiting for me. I couldn’t stop it happening now even if I tried.

    So I’m holding on as best I can, gripping the sides of the cart as we hurtle down together, my characters and I. I only hope I can type fast enough to capture everything before we hit the bottom, and it’s all over.

    → 10:30 AM, Feb 27
  • You by Austin Grossman

    Another novel that makes staring at a computer screen, thinking, seem more exciting than physical combat. But where Egan took me deep inside the protagonists' heads to generate that excitement, Grossman goes one level deeper, using second-person narration from the perspective of video game characters to take me down past the narrator playing the game and into the game itself. It’s a genius trick, and the fact that Grossman manages the transition between first and second person without jilting me out of the story is impressive.

    To me, it’s an example of second-person done right. It contrasts with novels – such as Charles Stross' Halting State – that start out in second person, creating immediate dissonance between me and the story. I’ve never been able to get past the first few pages of Stross' novel, but devoured Grossman’s in a few days.

    It also made me miss working in video games. Which is strange, considering how much time it spends describing game developers as ill-fed slobs that don’t have lives outside of work. But that feeling of belonging that the narrator talks about, of discovering where he was meant to be after years spent away from gaming, really hit home for me. The narrator’s descriptions of his childhood in the 80s, even though the character is 10 years older than me, still resonated.

    That sense of something important happening when he first sat down in front of a computer, of being on the threshold of the future, didn’t happen to me at the time (I was 6, and not very self-aware), but it could have: I used our Commodore-128 to teach myself how to program, and spent many hours typing in machine language instructions from the back of Compute! magazine in the hopes of being able to play a new game. It didn’t feel like something that was only mine, and not for the adults, but it did feel natural, more so than almost anything else I’ve done, and it still does.

    Despite everything it does right, You’s ending is unsatisfying for me. The climax of the book happens off-screen, and in the final few pages – that I tore through the rest of the book in desperation to reach – don’t resolve anything. Perhaps that makes the ending more realistic, but the lesson for me is twofold: first, show your climax. The reader’s earned it. Second, tie up most of the plot threads you weave into the novel by the end. Leave some of them, sure, but after so much time invested, the reader’s going to want to have some of the tension you’ve built up released. Ideally, showing your climax also releases the tension and resolves multiple conflicts – internal or external – at the same time.

    → 8:00 AM, Feb 23
  • Did Not Know That About Myself

    107,187 words in.

    I’ve heard other writers talk about how issues they didn’t know they had can show up in their writing, unbidden, like notes from an intimate therapy session suddenly posted on a public bulletin board. But I didn’t think that was happening to me until this morning, when I realized that my treatment of two of the male characters in the novel I’m working on echoes a pattern of behavior from my youth, which itself stems from how my father treated me when I was little.

    It shocked me, to think that something I wrote pointed so directly to emotions and expectations that I didn’t know I had. I felt – I feel – very vulnerable now, as if when I finish the novel and hand it over to its first readers, they’ll be able to decode everything about my personality, know all the parts of my self I try to keep hidden in everyday life.

    I don’t think I can stop feeling vulnerable, but I tell myself that being vulnerable is part of the writing, that putting these parts of myself down on the page is what makes the characters come alive, that any book that didn’t have more of me in it than I’m comfortable with probably isn’t worth writing. I could be lying to myself, but I hope it’s true.

    → 8:00 AM, Feb 20
  • Still Surprising

    You’d think that after 97,867 words I’d have things pretty well plotted out by now, that I’d know everything the characters are going to say and what they’re going to do.

    Far from it. Instead, this far in I find myself knowing what my characters want, and what situations they’re going to have to deal with next. But I don’t know how they’re going to deal with it, or how things will play out, until after it’s written.

    Early on, this terrified me. What if what I write is terrible? What if I contradict myself? What if I set them free and they totally derail my plot and everything ends up in shambles?

    This past week, though, it’s actually helped me relax and just write. How will they get out of this problem? I dunno, let them solve it. How will they convince this character to help them out? No idea, let’s see if they find a way.

    It sounds creepy and weird to say it, like I’ve got multiple personalities crawling around in my brain. But I swear to you, earlier this week one of the characters turned to the other and said the solution to a problem that I’d been wrestling with since November, and it was better than anything I’d come up with. Gave me chills to write it out.

    I hope it keeps happening, all the way to the end. It makes the act of writing a little more like an act of discovery, something akin to an improv performance, with me both on the stage saying lines and standing on the sidelines watching.

    It’s fun, and I don’t know how long this feeling will last, but I’m going to enjoy it while it does.

    → 8:30 AM, Feb 13
  • Turning the Corner

    That’s what it feels like. The novel’s at 91,183 words, and I feel like things are clicking into place. All of the main characters are on the stage, and most of the minor ones as well, pursuing their goals, chasing each other toward the climax of the book. All I have to do is write them into place.

    That makes it sound a little too easy. I still have doubts. I keep writing scenes that I think I’ll need to come back and fix in the next draft. I see plot threads that I might be dropping on the way to the finish line.

    But I’m at the point where the momentum I’ve built up is finally pushing me forward, where even if I don’t know the exact path things will take from here to the end, I can see the end coming, taking shape out of the gloom.

    → 8:00 AM, Feb 6
  • Not Done

    83,438 words. Still not done.

    Close to, but not quite, 5,000 words more than last week. Well shy of the 90,000 words I wanted to have done by the end of this month.

    If I manage to crank out 3,000 words today, and do a marathon session of 4,000 words tomorrow, I might just make 90K. I’ll have finally caught up with the flu week, but only if I steal 4 hours or so away from chores and errands.

    And even then, I probably won’t be done.

    I’m into the latter third of the book, but only a few hours into the final day. There’s so much left to have happen, so many events that also need description and character insight and reactions and justifications and dialogue, that…I think I might not be done till I reach 100,000 words, or more.

    On the one hand: hooray for the little story that could, the story I thought would be over so fast I’d have to write three of them to hit the 50K word mark for NaNoWriMo.

    On the other: ye gods, I can’t wait for this thing to be done.

    → 8:00 AM, Jan 30
  • The Plans of Mice and Writers

    Novel broke 79,000 words this morning. That’s 5,000 more words than last week, putting me back on my desired schedule.

    So waking up that half-hour earlier has been worth it. I’ve been getting in 250-400 words in that extra 30 minutes, making it a lot easier for me to hit 1,000 words by the end of the day.

    Writing at lunch hasn’t worked out as well for me. I’ve often got errands to run and chores to do in that hour, and even if I try to carve out 30 min for writing, my mind’s so busy with other things that I end up just staring at the page.

    Fortunately, I’ve done much better with writing at the end of the day, especially since I’ve got the morning kick-start to relieve some of the pressure.

    So, I’ll keep up the new habit next week, and try to use the weekend to catch up from the week I lost to flu. My goal is still to finish by the end of this month, so I’ve got some cranking to do.

    → 9:00 AM, Jan 23
  • So Many Excuses, So Little Time to Write

    Novel stands at almost 74,000 words as of today. That means I only got 3,000 words written this week, instead of the 5,000 I wanted, and the 10,000 I needed to write to catch up with losing last week to the flu.

    So what happened? Looking back, all I can see is excuses: I’ve only got 30 minutes to write, and that’s not enough time to do anything good (never mind that this is the first draft, so the good or bad doesn’t matter so much now as simply getting it done); or I can’t write today, I’ve got to make dinner before my wife comes home (even though my wife is awesome, and would totally understand if dinner were a little late because I took time to write); or I’ve got too much else going on to write (bills, chores, etc).

    I think part of my problem is that I don’t have a set-aside writing time. Currently it’s catch-as-catch-can, with me snatching time away from other activities (like making dinner) to get some writing done.

    I also still have trouble letting go of my inner editor. This makes even the time I do take to write less productive than it could be, with me second- and triple-guessing each word, each line, before I write it.

    So, new strategy for next week: get up thirty minutes earlier, and dedicate that time to writing. Then pull a half-hour from my lunch break and use that, as well. That’ll give me an hour of writing time, which should be about a thousand words, which will keep me from falling further behind (if not exactly back on track to meet my writing goal for the month).

    Also: spike my inner editor’s morning coffee, so when I’m gearing up to write he’s passed out on the couch, dreaming in red ink.

    → 9:02 AM, Jan 16
  • Novel Update

    When I finished NaNoWriMo, I was 50,000 words deep into the novel, but it wasn’t done. I decided to keep setting word goals for December and January, in the spirit of NaNoWriMo: 1,000 words per day, excluding weekends, or 20,000 words per month.

    I managed to hit that target for December, crossing 70,000 words on New Year’s Eve.

    Work on the novel has suffered since then. I came down with the flu on Sunday, wiping out my chance of making progress for most of this week. I’m hoping to make up some words this weekend, but I’ll still need to crank up my average if I’m going to hit 90K by the end of this month.

    Fortunately, I feel like I’ve turned a corner in terms of the writing itself. The end of the novel is close, close enough for me to start seeing it pretty clearly.

    My main problem at the moment - other than the daily battle at starting to write, which always seems harder than it should be - is wanting to rushing toward the conclusion, skipping details and plotlines just to reach the end.

    To help combat this tendency, I’ve been using the day’s word count as both motivator - get those words down, or else - and forced breather, a way to trick myself into writing a lot more than I want about scenes that I’m itching to skip over, scenes that often turn out to be very important.

    My hope - my goal, rather - is that this month’s 20,000 words are the novel’s last, and that I’ll be able to write THE END by Jan 31st. that way I can use February to work on something else, and gain enough distance from this novel to come back to it in March and edit it into something worth reading.

    → 8:00 AM, Jan 9
  • Lessons from NaNoWriMo

    The novel I started for NaNoWriMo is now at 62,000 words, and I’m perhaps 2/3 of the way through it. My current goal is to have the first draft complete before the end of January, so I can spend February and March editing it down.

    But I thought now was a good time to reflect on those first 50,000 words, written in a frenzy in November, and put together a few things I learned by going through NaNoWriMo:

    • I'm not just a short-story writer. True, I have no idea how good the final draft of this novel will turn out to be. But for a few years now I've been thinking of myself as a short-form author, so focused on brevity and quick pacing that I didn't think I had any novel-sized ideas in me. That turns out to be completely false.
    • My inner editor has been holding me back. All that concentration on being brief, on using just the barest of brush strokes to convey action, hasn't necessarily made my writing any stronger. Instead, it made me so scared of messing up the first draft that I didn't get much writing done. Being forced to ignore that editorial voice has made me realize how much I've been self-censoring.
    • I can write 4,000 words in a day. I know because I did it, once, mid-month, to catch up to where I needed to be to finish on time. Previously I'd sometimes struggled to write 250 words in a single day, and 1,000 words was a great writing day. Now I know I can get 2,000 words down in a couple of hours, and push out twice that if I do two writing sessions in the day.
    → 10:00 AM, Dec 19
  • Genre vs Literary Fiction

    How can we tell genre fiction from literary fiction? It’s not enough to add some spaceships and call it science fiction. Nor does putting it in a medieval setting automatically make it fantasy.

    I think one part of the difference is that genre fiction seems mainly concerned with jobs, and exciting things happening while people are working those jobs: noble, soldier, scientist, private eye.

    Literary fiction is less concerned with jobs, and more concerned with life outside of work: families, holidays, dating. Work is implicitly boring, an obstacle to be overcome.

    It’s two polar views of the human condition. In one, work is a calling, and the moral questions revolve around what kind of people get called and how they respond to their calling. In the other, work is background. It’s something that may create conflict, but it’s not usually central to the story.

    In other words, fiction written in genre circumstances that doesn’t revolve around work as a calling feels literary, even if it’s set in a far-off alien landscape.

    Hence Ian McEwan’s novel Solar, which could have been written as genre fiction, following the career of a scientist toward a breakthrough in cheap solar power, but instead is written in a literary style, more concerned with his life outside of his work and what that says about him.

    There’s also Ken Follet’s The Pillars of the Earth, which is sold as literary fiction but to me reads like genre: the central plot-line is the construction of the cathedral, and those called to build it. Characters move in and out of the narrative according to their impact on the cathedral’s construction, and there’s a lot of science-fiction-style description of building techniques.

    → 8:21 AM, Dec 12
  • The Longest Story I've Ever Written

    …is the novel I started for NaNoWriMo this year.

    I say started because while I reached the 50,000-word goal for the month (despite illness, and traveling for two weeks), the novel isn’t done. It’s over 50,000 words long, the longest thing I’ve ever written in my life (my previous attempt at a novel was only 40K), and I’m only a third of the way through the story.

    So, I’m going to keep working on it through December (and probably January). My goal is to get through 1,000 words a day, or 30K for each month. Hopefully by Feb 1st I’ll have the first draft of my second novel wrapped up and done.

    Incidentally, this is why I didn’t post anything through November. Writing the novel soaked up all my free time, and then some (I was churning out 3,000 words a day toward the end to make up for the time I lost while traveling). Things should settle out now that I’m back to a more sustainable pace, and I’ll get back to the regular M-W-F posting schedule.

    → 8:00 AM, Dec 5
  • Flash Fiction Friday: Oct 31, 2014

    In honor of Halloween, three personal ads with a horror twist:

    Missed connection: Saw you making dinner last night, that blouse really brought out your eyes. I’m a secret Billy Joel fan, too. If you can tell me which album you were listening to, drop me a line, let me watch you have coffee?

    DWF seeks M for night of debauchery followed by dinner. Must have nicely-shaped head. No beards.

    Where are you, my sweet Rose? We danced while Nero played fiddle, we smuggled rats to Constantinople, we kissed by the light of Giodarno Bruno’s torch. We had a date for five years later, November 5th, but you never showed. Have you forgotten me? Hope to see you in Chicago next year.

    → 7:58 AM, Oct 31
  • NaNoWriMo 2014

    I’ve wanted to finish a second novel for a few years now, and never found the time to do it.

    This year, I’m forcing myself to find the time by doing NaNoWriMo. I’m going to start something new, and push every day until I reach the 50K word mark (or beyond).

    The novel itself is going to be my take on a sword-and-sorcery fantasy, with a working title of The Hungry Cold.

    Here’s the synopsis:

    When a sudden blizzard closes the mountain road out of Skallfast, Siobhan and Alastair settle in for days of boredom. But the storm brought something else with it: something that starts killing the townsfolk, one by one, leaving nothing but their bones behind. Can they discover what’s behind the killings, and how to stop it, before the hungry cold claims them as well?

    Wish me luck!

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 27
  • Flash Fiction Friday: Oct 24, 2014

    Inspired by the tv show Review, today’s flash fiction entry is a critic’s review of my day yesterday, if my life were a television series:

    While no doubt the height of neo-realism, the fact remains that in yesterday’s episode our beloved protagonist again spent most of his waking hours sitting at a desk and typing. Where are the coffee shop visits and meeting friends for lunch of past episodes?

    And don’t get me started on how little variety this entire season has had compared to the show’s peak (seasons 21 through 25, if you must know. Those seasons had everything: Space! Lasers! Training Montages! Romance! A far cry from the wilderness wandering seasons that followed). Are the writers completely out of new ideas?

    Granted, I was intrigued by the homebrewing subplot. There were several different ways they could have gone with that one: a Breaking-Bad type descent into chemistry obsession and bootlegging, or a slow spin into self-enabled alcoholism, the worm eating its own tail so to speak. Of course, head writer Diego Byte couldn’t let anything that interesting happen. We got one party - one! - without any drunken hijinks, and that’s it.

    This show desperately needs a return to the glory days of showrunners like D.C. Nassau, or even Phil Conway. They knew how to mix multiple sub-plots while still giving us a visible character arc over the course of the season. As it is, this show still occasionally has a spark of life, but its best years seem to be behind it. 2 stars.

    → 8:00 AM, Oct 24
  • Flash Fiction Friday: Oct 17, 2014

    Congratulations on the purchase of your new Samsung by GE™ Instant-Cook Oven™! We hope you’ll agree it’s the best way to prepare hot, healthy meals for you and your family! Please remember us when replacing your unit after its beta-decay period of 6 months is up!

    Remember, the most up-to-date version of this manual is available as a video at: youllneverreadthis.com. We’ve included this printed copy for those of you who have slow internet connections, live in the Continental US, or were raised in a text-based household.

    WARNING: Do not stick your head in the Instant-Cook Oven™ during the winter to keep warm. It won’t lower your energy bills, but it WILL give you a terminal headache!

    Your Instant-Cook Oven™ comes with a plethora of features designed to make cooking easier than ever!

    For example, to cook a perfect turkey for Thanksgiving dinner, simply:

    • Press POWER to turn the Instant-Cook Oven™ on
    • Press DOWNLOAD to start the recipe selection process
    • Use the Ultra-Sensitive Keypad™ arrows to navigate through the recipes and choose the one you like best
    • When you've found a recipe, press SELECT to select it
    • Hit YES to confirm the download
    • Scroll through the Terms of Service and Licensing info for the recipe you've selected (read carefully! some recipes have unverified nutritional information) and hit YES to accept
    • Wait for the download to complete, then hit INSTALL to save it to the Instant-Cook Oven™'s recipe book (myRecipes™)
    • Hit MENU to go back to the main menu, then hit RECIPES to find the new recipe in myRecipes™
    • Use the Ultra-Sensitive Keypad™ arrows to select the recipe you downloaded, then hit SELECT
    • Hit YES to confirm your selection
    • Press COOK. Use the Ultra-Sensitive Keypad™ to enter the number of guests, their religio-ethnic background, current Vegan status, and country of citizenship. You may use the GuestBook™ (see page 1,337) to select from previous guests, so you don't have to enter their information again.
    • Have each guest complete a retinal scan to confirm identity, and verbally accept the recipe's Terms of Service and Licensing Agreement. If your guests have not yet arrived, you may send a TastyInvite™ (see page 442) to them so they can confirm and accept at their convenience.
    • Once all your guests have confirmed, you're ready to COOK!
    • Open the Raw hatch (see page 921) on your Instant Cook Oven™ and check your Corn Pellet level. It should be above the Minimum Level Bar (see page 145) to continue. WARNING: cooking a recipe without adequate Corn Pellets can result in fire.
    • Close the Raw hatch, and press COOK
    • Press YES to confirm cooking
    • Wait for the ChowAlarm™ to sound, letting you know your food is ready!
    → 7:00 AM, Oct 17
  • Flash Fiction Friday: Oct 10, 2014

    Three more three-sentence flash fiction stories, this time in the genres of Comedy, Romance, and Mystery.

    Comedy

    The CEO droned on and on about how well he'd been listening to his employees' concerns. By the end of the meeting, the Board had hit on a plan to address the biggest complaint.The next Monday, half of the employees got pink slips, the other half got cards that said "Congratulations! We've doubled the size of your cubicle!"

    Romance

    Her smile pulled at his heart, his laugh put her at ease. Their hands met while watching fireworks on the Fourth of July, their fingers entwined, a knot holding them together. By the time they whispered "I love you" it was no longer needed: every glance, every touch, every kiss already said it.

    Mystery

    Detective Yarborough threw the typed pages down in despair: three people, three confessions, none of which matched up to the evidence. The wife was out of town when the vic was killed, the maid was locked out after 10pm and the business partner had never raised a hand in anger in his life. Yarborough put the pieces together in his mind - no body for an autopsy, a large life insurance policy, three killers that could never be convicted - and booked all three as accessories to insurance fraud: helping a guy fake his own death was still a crime.
    → 8:00 AM, Oct 10
  • Flash Fiction Friday: Oct 3 2014

    Inspired by one of Chuck Wendig’s Flash Fiction Challenges, I’m posting three flash fiction stories today, each three sentences long, and each in a different genre.

    Horror

    The Infection was spreading up her leg, converting flesh and clothes into an amorphous green tentacle. Anne pulled her belt loose for a tourniquet, tying it off a few inches above her knee. Then she lifted the hacksaw, set it just below the tourniquet, and sawed through.

    Fantasy

    With the dragon dead, the town didn't need a hero anymore. Bjorn spent his days bragging and his nights drinking, his armor hung up at home, rusting. When he died, they couldn't fit him into it.

    Science-Fiction

    He could see into my memories, read the very core of my soul. We met in a chat room, in those heady days before the Regulation. Since he was Deleted, all I have left of him now is his Worm inside me, spreading random bytes of his code wherever I go.
    → 8:00 AM, Oct 3
  • Neighbors: Part Four

    A few days later, Wright was standing outside my door again. I looked past her, at the uniformed cops dragging a handcuffed Dave away from his condo.

    Wright was smiling. “Thought you’d like to see the fruits of your labor,” she said.

    I shook my head. “I still can’t believe you found proof.”

    “Well, he was clever to pump out the urine. Not so thorough about getting rid of it. Or his tools.”

    “Guess we got lucky.”

    “You got lucky, kid.” She chuckled. “I just did my job.”

    She started to follow the uniforms out, then turned back. “Speaking of which, you should be getting a check from a thankful city soon.”

    I grinned. “Thanks. But how will I cash a check made out to ‘Anonymous’?”

    She smiled back. “Well, I might have listed you as a consultant on the case. Don’t thank me too much, though. You gave us a pretty cheap rate.”

    She strode down the hall, whistling.

    I went back into my condo, wondering how this would affect my unemployment.

    → 7:00 AM, Sep 29
  • Neighbors: Part Three

    Brian’s doubts gnawed at me all the way back from the pub.

    As soon as I got home I went to the police department’s website to look for any information on Emily’s death. I found it under the heading “Police Investigate Death in Little Italy.”

    The article didn’t say much more than the officer had told me earlier. Two things stood out: the cause of death was still listed as Unknown, and Dave hadn’t been booked for murder.

    That should have settled it. After all, if the police didn’t think Dave was involved, why should I?

    Besides, how much did I really know about Dave and Emily? Were we even friends on Facebook?

    I logged in to check. We were.

    Feeling a little guilty, I started reading through Emily’s timeline. I told myself I was just trying to get to know her a little better, a silent memorial to the neighbor I’d lost.

    And I did learn some new things. She’d been a nurse, working shifts at Sharp Hospital. She posted several photos of dinners made for her by Dave, a consolation at the end of her workday. She’d been thinking about getting a dog, and posted pictures of cute ones she’d seen on the street.

    Just for comparison, I clicked over to Dave’s timeline.

    Not much there. A couple of bitter-sounding posts about how the recession was supposed to be over. Half-hearted attempts to promote sales at the Macy’s he worked at. Some back and forth arguments about politics around election time.

    Oddly enough, though, his relationship status was set to “Single.” I double-checked Emily’s, which was still set to “Married.”

    WTF? He’d changed it already?

    I scrolled all the way back to the top of his timeline. Sure enough, at the very top of the page, it announced the change in his relationship status.

    It was dated 6:53 pm on a Monday, two weeks ago.

    I felt a chill go down my back.

    Why’d he change his status so early? Were they having problems?

    I dug through their timelines for another hour, but couldn’t find anything. If they were on the rocks, they weren’t posting about it. I suppose that made sense, but why else would he update his status?

    Why else, unless he knew what was going to happen?

    I chuckled at myself. What did a Facebook status prove? Brian’s comments had gotten me pretty worked up, to be thinking the guy next door had killed his own wife.

    And how would he have done it, anyway? If there’d been any obvious marks on the body, the cops would’ve cuffed him then and there, right?

    I checked the time. 6:00. Dave’d probably be home from work by now, assuming he’d even gone. I hadn’t talked to him since last night. Shouldn’t I go over and offer my condolences?

    And wouldn’t that be a great way to get some more information?

    Dave answered the door after my first knock, surprising me.

    His eyes were red and bloodshot. “Yeah?” His gaze wandered down to my shoes, back up to my face. “Oh, it’s you. Sean, right?”

    I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I uh - " the speech I’d prepped seemed false, inadequate. “Can I come in?”

    He nodded, opened the door wider. “Sure. Come on in.”

    His condo was laid out basically the same as mine, but reversed left to right. His kitchen was on the left side of the front door, with the living room stretching ahead and to the right. A closed door at the far end of the left-hand wall led to the bedroom, I assumed.

    “Can I get you anything?” he asked.

    I shook my head. “No, thanks, Dave.” I took one more look at the kitchen, at the dirty dishes piled in the sink, the empty wine bottle in the trash, and stepped into the living room. “Actually, I was wondering if there was anything I could do. You know. For you.”

    He nodded, his gaze wandering over the furniture. There was just enough room for a couch and two small chairs, all three of which were covered in a combination of cardboard boxes and candy bar wrappers. He sighed. “Thanks, Sean, but I’m doing ok so far.”

    “Do you want to talk about it?”

    He rubbed his hand over his face. “Um, not really, thanks. Did enough talking with the cops and the doctors and the " - his voice caught - " the funeral home. I’m all talked out.”

    I nodded. “Okay. I understand.” I gestured at the boxes. “Are you moving?”

    He tensed, then shrugged. “Yeah. Maybe. I dunno. Might move back east. I’ve got family in PA. Don’t really want to stay here anymore, you know?”

    “Yeah. I know.”

    He let out a deep breath. “Anyway, I’m staying in a hotel tonight. Just gotta - " he waved his hand in the air - “gotta get away for a bit.”

    I nodded again. “Gotcha. Well, if you need anything over the next few days, just let me know, man.”

    He smiled a little. “Thanks, Sean.” He walked over and re-opened the door. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

    I stepped out, raised a hand in farewell, and went back to my condo. I slumped on my own couch, thinking.

    What had that accomplished? Wanting to move wasn’t telling enough. Who would want to stay in the apartment your spouse had died in? The candy wrappers didn’t speak too well of his eating habits, but that was it.

    I closed my eyes, trying to remember what the living room and kitchen had looked like. Was there something I’d missed?

    There was. Hanging on the living room wall, right next to the bedroom door, was a framed movie poster for Arsenic and Old Lace.

    Hadn’t I seen that movie mentioned recently?

    I flipped open my laptop and went back through Dave and Emily’s Facebook pages. There, listed on Emily’s About page, was her favorite movie: Arsenic and Old Lace.

    I don’t know why, but I looked up the movie on Wikipedia. The movie poster on the page looked just like the one I’d seen on Dave’s wall, except his had a couple of stains near the center.

    Still wondering why I was being so paranoid, I read the plot synopsis. That sent another chill up my spine.

    The “friendly aunts” in the movie had poisoned their victims with a mix of arsenic, strychnine, and cyanide. How had they given it to their guests? Mixed in with elderberry wine.

    It was probably a coincidence. But it didn’t feel like one.

    I wondered if I should go to the police. But what would I say? My neighbor changed his Facebook status too early, and happened to give his wife elderberry wine on the night she died? Even I knew it didn’t amount to much.

    I pulled out the business card the cop had given me that morning. She said to call her if I thought of anything, right? That everything was important?

    I dialed her number on my phone. Maybe I could convince her.

    She picked up on the fifth ring. “Detective Wright speaking.”

    I swallowed, told myself I had nothing to lose by talking. “Hello, Detective? This is Sean Cook. We spoke this morning?”

    I heard a chair squeak on the other end. “Mr. Cook? In Acqua Vista, is that right?”

    “Yep.”

    “How can I help you?”

    “You said to call if I remembered anything else?”

    “Mm-hm.”

    “Well, I’ve remembered a few more things.”

    More sounds on the other end, like a notepad being dragged across a desk. “Such as?”

    I glanced at the wall I shared with Dave’s apartment. What if he could hear me? “If it’s ok, I’d rather not say over the phone.” Shit, I thought, I made it sound like I knew something really important, not just some details scraped from a Facebook page. “Could I come down to the station and talk there?”

    She sighed. “Sure, Sean, that’d be fine. We’re on Imperial and 25th. You know where that is?”

    “I’ll find it. Thanks.”

    She hung up.

    I took the trolley as far down to the station as I could. 25th was way past what I considered the safe part of downtown.

    Good thing I was going to hang out with the cops.

    The one at the front desk made me wait while he paged Detective Wright. She showed up just five minutes later, but even that felt like an hour.

    She took me back into one of their interrogation rooms. Asked me if I wanted anything to drink. When I said no, she sat down in the chair across the table from me and crossed her arms.

    “So, Sean, what did you remember?”

    I told her what I suspected: that Dave had poisoned his wife using cyanide or arsenic mixed in with the elderberry wine he gave her the night she died. I described how it matched up with Emily’s favorite movie, and that Dave had changed his relationship status too early.

    It still sounded crazy, even to me, but I tried to make it as coherent as possible.

    When I finished, she nodded, but kept her arms crossed. “Interesting theory, Sean. But it’s missing a couple of pieces.”

    I sighed. “What’s that?”

    “Motive, for one. Why would Dave kill his wife?”

    I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

    “Your second problem is that cyanide leaves very distinct traces in the body: hair, nails, even urine. We always test for those in cases like this. And guess what?”

    I hung my head. “You didn’t find any.”

    She smiled. “Bingo.”

    She stood up. “So, unless you’ve got a motive for me, or can explain how someone could poison another person without leaving any sign, you should go home and stop worrying about your neighbors killing each other. Ok?”

    I nodded and stood, feeling foolish. “Ok.”

    She escorted me back to the front desk, then left me to sign out on my own.

    I trudged out of the station and back to the trolley, wondering how I could be so stupid.

    How could I have forgotten motive? What possible reason could Dave have for killing his wife? I’d never heard them argue, never seen either of them bring a stranger home, nothing.

    And of course the police checked for poison. It wouldn’t cost them anything, and would catch all the usual suspects.

    I told myself to face it: I’d had a hunch, but it didn’t hold up. I almost felt like I should try to apologize to Dave for thinking bad of him.

    I didn’t sleep well that night. I kept jolting awake, frightened by dreams of some mad tea party with all the colors drained out of it. Dave was there, hanging in the background, screaming “Charge!” every five minutes.

    Not relaxing.

    After I gave up on sleeping and just got up, I dressed and went downstairs to fetch the mail. I’d forgotten it the day before, and was hoping my unemployment check would be in there.

    Instead, I found the motive.

    Tucked between a junk circular and a bill from Cox Cable was a letter from a law firm to Emily Ericson. It was stamped “second notice” in big red letters. The mailman must’ve pushed it into my box by mistake.

    Normally I just push these mis-filings back into the mail slot, so they’ll be sorted properly the next day. This time, I carried it up to my apartment with the others.

    I looked up the law firm online. Their specialty was Estate Planning and Wills.

    Had Emily recently updated her will? I went back through her timeline. Nothing in there.

    Maybe someone in her family had died?

    I used Facebook to track down her sister and brother, which gave me her maiden name. Their posts led me to her mother’s blog, whose most recent, sad, entry talked about the death of Emily’s aunt two weeks prior.

    Perhaps her aunt had left something for Emily in her will?

    I knew it was a federal crime to open someone’s mail. I told myself Emily was dead and wouldn’t mind, especially if it helped catch her killer.

    Sure enough, the letter was a notice from the law firm that Emily’s aunt had recently died and named Emily as the prime beneficiary in her will. The lawyers needed Emily to come down and sign some paperwork to make everything official.

    It didn’t seem that exciting until I Googled her aunt. Turns out she’d owned a majority stake in an international shipping business, with branches on both coasts. The stock alone was worth a few million.

    Had Dave kept back Emily’s mail? If she didn’t have a will written up, he’d get everything now.

    I called Detective Wright. I didn’t mention the letter, just suggested that she look into Emily’s extended family. I told her it was something I’d heard from Emily a few weeks ago, about her aunt being sick.

    I could tell she didn’t think it was important.

    Two hours later she called me back.

    “I don’t know how you knew,” she sighed, “but it seems Emily stood to inherit a lot of money before she died.”

    “Did she?”

    “Don’t gloat, kid,” she chided. “You haven’t explained the disappearing poison.”

    “Yeah.” I glanced at my laptop, open to an article on cyanide poisoning. “Still working on that one.”

    “Well, if any more ideas hit you, give me a call. If it helps, I’ll put it down as an anonymous tip, see if we can’t pay you for your time.”

    Seriously? “Um, thanks,” I mumbled.

    “No problem,” she said, and hung up.

    I went back to reading the article.

    According to it, a person could die from ingesting just a little bit of cyanide. In a low enough dose, the person would slip into a coma, twitching a little before going into cardiac arrest.

    Sounded to me like what had happened to Emily.

    But where was the evidence? Cyanide victims were supposed to get a pink flush, and leave traces of cyanide in their blood, their lungs, their urine. Where could it have gone?

    I kept thinking about the question through lunch, turning the problem over in my head like some homework assignment.

    Maybe I was thinking about it in the wrong way. If I were Dave, how would I get rid of it?

    The answer hit me like a slap in the face. In the urine.

    I dialed the detective’s number. As soon as she picked up, I burst out with “Did Emily have any urine in her body?”

    “Sean? Is that you?”

    I cleared me throat. “Yes, Detective Wright, it’s me. Look, I think I’ve figured out what happened to the cyanide. Did Emily have any urine in her body when the EMTs got her?”

    She sighed. “I can’t tell you that, Sean. Why don’t you tell me what you’re thinking, and I’ll look into it?”

    I took a deep breath. “Okay. I think Dave gave her a really low dose of cyanide in the wine, just enough to turn her sleep into a coma, and slowly kill her.”

    “Mm-hmm?”

    “Most of what her body didn’t absorb went into her urine.”

    “Possibly.”

    “I think Dave somehow pumped the urine out of her, so we wouldn’t find anything.”

    She sighed. “That’s kind of a stretch, Sean.”

    “I know, I know.” I swallowed. “But there’ll be evidence. He had to get rid of the urine, right? He probably flushed it down the toilet, which means he might have splashed some around. And -”

    “And if he threw away the container, it’ll be in his trash,” she finished. She was quiet for a few seconds. “All right. I’ll check into it. If I find anything, you’ll know.”

    “How’s that?”

    I could hear her smile through the phone. “We’ll be making an arrest, that’s how.”

    → 7:00 AM, Sep 26
  • Neighbors: Part Two

    By the time I made it to Shakespeare’s Pub, I’d calmed down a little. Brian was already there, flirting with one of the waitresses. She stuck around just long enough for me to order a Guinness, then hurried off to check on her other tables.

    Brian stared at her as she left. “Man, those British accents. They make any girl sexier, don’t they?”

    I snorted. “Whatever you say, man.”

    He turned back to me. “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Why’d you need a drink in the middle of the day?”

    I told him everything I’d learned that morning: how my neighbor Emily had died in her sleep sometime last night, how her husband Dave had called it in, how the cops had grilled me about it.

    Brian let out a low whistle when I was done. “That’s fucked up, man. Do they think Dave did it?”

    I shook my head. “Dunno. They’re probably just getting all the information they can. I didn’t see them arrest him or anything.”

    He nodded. “Right.” He tilted his head. “Was Emily the blonde in 405, or the brunette in 410?”

    “Brunette.”

    “Damn. Always wanted to fuck that one.”

    I set down my drink. “Dude, too soon.”

    He glanced at me. “Right. Sorry.”

    We both took a sip of our beers.

    He sighed. “It’s just - she was a little older, right? But still in great shape.”

    “Brian-”

    He held up his hands. “Hey, I know. I’m just saying, how does a healthy chick like that just go in her sleep?”

    I shrugged. “That’s what’s so fucked up about the whole thing. No warning.”

    Brian lifted his glass. “Well, we’re still kicking, and I’m grateful for that. L’chaim!”

    I raised my own glass, tapped his, and drank. “L’chaim."

    → 7:00 AM, Sep 24
  • Neighbors: Part One

    “Could you repeat that, sir?”

    I tore my eyes away from the body being wheeled out of my neighbor’s condo and turned back to the police detective standing outside my door, notepad in hand.

    I cleared my throat. “He said he just wanted to borrow some milk.”

    She checked her notes. “That would be David Ericson, correct?”

    I nodded.

    “Did he say anything else?”

    I closed my eyes for a second, trying to remember. “No, not really.”

    The cop looked up at me. “Not really? What does that mean?”

    I sighed. “Nothing important. I mean, I asked him what he was cooking, that kind of thing.”

    “Everything’s important. What’d he say?”

    “He said he was making dinner for his wife again, forgot a few ingredients. Said the milk was for his almond-crusted chicken.”

    “And that was the last time you saw him?”

    “Um, no. Actually, he came back a little later for some flour. Traded me a glass of elderberry wine for it.”

    The cop glanced up again. “Elderberry wine, huh? Any good?”

    I shrugged, not sure it mattered. “Yeah, I guess.”

    The cop flipped her notebook closed, then pulled out a business card. “Thanks for your help, Mr. Cook. If you think of anything else that might be relevant, just give me a call.”

    I took the card. “Will do, detective. Thanks.”

    She nodded and strolled back next door.

    I stepped inside and pushed the door to.

    My neighbor was dead. Not ten feet from where I slept, another human being had died. How fucked up was that?

    At least she’d died in her sleep. That’s what the cop told me, anyway. Maybe she said that just to make me feel better. They don’t really know these things till later, do they? Don’t they have to do an autopsy or something first?

    I realized I didn’t want to be alone. I called up Brian, convinced him to meet me at Shakespeare’s.

    I really needed a drink.

    → 7:41 AM, Sep 22
  • Chase is now available as an ebook!

    If you like my short story, Chase, consider grabbing an ebook copy. You’ll be buying it direct from me (via Payhip), so no DRM!

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 25
  • Chase: The Complete Series

    Part One: Angela

    Part Two: Jack

    Part Three: Jack

    Part Four: Jack

    Part Five: Angela

    Part Six: Jack

    Part Seven: Jack

    Part Eight: Angela

    Part Nine: Jack

    Part Ten: Angela

    Part Eleven: Jack

    Part Twelve: Jack

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 20
  • Chase, part twelve: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    The next few days were a hell of paperwork. Blake and his suits bugged out of town with their coma patient - who woke up twice on the way back to the station, screaming every time - leaving Lacey and I to justify the whole thing. We told the Captain the FBI had closed the case, told the parents the perp was in federal custody, and told ourselves we didn't want to know what had really happened.

    After all, if I knew the story behind that scream, I might go a little crazy myself.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 19
  • Chase, part eleven: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    There was a coma patient coming with us to the bust.

    We were on our way up to UCSD, hoping to find Ms. Hernandez. She wasn’t in her apartment, but a couple of photos were: two young boys, both just now reported missing.

    I was almost glad Blake had taken over the case. It kept getting stranger, and the woman in the back of the ambulance following us meant it would probably only get worse from here.

    It was bad enough when it was just groggy kids. Now it felt like some cult was stirring up shit.

    We pulled up to the building Hernandez worked in. The ambulance stopped behind us. Two guys in dark suits just like Agent Blake’s hopped out, then hustled to the back, where they pulled out a stretcher.

    “She’s not going in with us, is she?” I asked Blake.

    “Of course she is.” He replied, climbing out of the car. “That’s why we brought her.”

    The two other suits helped Blake lift the coma patient out of the ambulance bay and onto the gurney. They strapped her down, checked her IVs, and nodded at each other.

    “Let’s move,” Blake commanded.

    Lacey got out of her own squad car and joined me as we followed Blake and the gurney into the building.

    “Any idea what’s going on?” I whispered.

    She shook her head. “I can’t believe they wouldn’t let us bring more backup.”

    “Yeah, I don’t think the vegetable here counts.”

    We split up once we got inside. The suits and the gurney took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Lacey, Blake and I started up the stairs.

    “She should be in one of the labs up here,” Blake whispered to us. “Room 408. Let me go in first, then the patient, then you come in, ok?”

    “How about we leave the patient outside? You’re just giving her a hostage.”

    Blake shook his head. “She goes in. Can you follow directions or not?”

    I felt like punching him. “Yeah, sure. It’s your freak show.”

    We rejoined the suits and gurney at the elevator. It was quiet on the fourth floor. We’d called ahead to the other labs to try to get everyone out of the building.

    The door to 408 was open just a crack, enough for us to hear someone weeping inside the room. I thought of the kids, probably scared out of their wits, and pulled out my gun.

    Blake swung the door fully open and stepped in, no gun, just a grin on his face.

    “Lieutenant Angela Burns,” he beamed, “it’s good to see you again.”

    Hernandez had one of the boys cradled on her lap, her face buried in his hair. When she looked up at Blake, I could see black streaks on her face where tears had run through her makeup.

    “David?” she said, disbelieving. “What are you doing here?”

    “It’s time to go home, Lieutenant,” he said, stepping toward her. The suits pushed the gurney further in, turned it so the patient’s left side was right behind Agent Blake, then started pulling on what looked like thick leather gloves.

    I glanced at Lacey. She raised her eyebrow, then shrugged and moved to her right. I moved left, keeping my gun up and aimed at Hernandez.

    “I found him, David,” Hernandez whispered. “I found Jacob. I found our boy.”

    I glanced at the kid in her lap. I recognized him from the photos back at the station. That boy’s name was Marcus, not Jacob, and his mother was most certainly not a pre-med college kid. Hernandez was raving.

    Blake just nodded his head, like everything she was saying made sense, and took another step toward her. “That’s great, Angela. Now, let’s take him home.”

    She pulled back at that. “Home. No. I’m not going back. You took him from me. Why did you take him from me?”

    Blake stopped. Hernandez stood up, clutching the little boy, and started looking for a way out.

    “Don’t move, Hernandez!” Lacey barked. “Let the kid go, and step away!”

    Blake pointed at Lacey but kept his eyes fixed on Hernandez. “Stand down, Detective.”

    Hernandez looked from one to the other, hesitating. “You’re going to do it again, aren’t you?” she asked Blake. “You’re going to take him away again?”

    Blake lunged for Hernandez. Her eyes widened and she turned to run, still holding on to the boy.

    She couldn’t move fast enough with the child. Blake slammed into her. All three of them tumbled to the ground in a tangle of arms and legs.

    I moved closer, preparing to take a shot if one came, if it was necessary. From the corner of my eye I saw Lacey doing the same on my right.

    The two suits by the gurney ran toward Hernandez as soon as they saw their boss jump. A few seconds after Blake, Hernandez, and Marcus tumbled to the ground, they moved in, efficiently extracting Hernandez from the pile.

    “No!” she screamed. “Don’t take him away again! David!”

    Lacey put her gun away and ran in to help Marcus to his feet. I lowered my weapon but stayed back, ready in case Hernandez should break free and try to run for it.

    Blake stood up. “Hold her still,” he ordered the two suits.

    He pulled a small case from inside his jacket, opened it, and withdrew a syringe. He strode over behind Hernandez and stabbed it into her backside, then pressed the plunger down, injecting whatever it was into her system.

    She struggled and screamed for a few more seconds. Then she shivered, and her body slumped between the two suits.

    “Get her to the gurney,” Blake ordered.

    His men lifted Hernandez off the ground and carried her next to the coma patient. Blake walked over to stand behind the patient’s head. He put one hand on her forehead, touching it with just his fingertips, and placed his other hand against Hernandez' temple.

    He whispered something I couldn’t make out. Then the coma patient blinked and opened her eyes. Her eyes focused on Blake. I heard her whisper, “David?”

    Then she looked down at her own body, and screamed.

    I’ll never forget that scream. It held such unbridled horror, and so much despair. Just thinking about it makes the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

    Blake only nodded and grinned. He pulled another syringe from the case, and injected its contents into the coma patient’s IV.

    She stopped screaming. I holstered my gun, realized I was shaking. I took some deep breaths to try to stop.

    When I felt like I had it under control, I walked over to where the suits were still holding Hernandez in the air.

    “Can I cuff her now, Agent Blake?” I asked, reaching for my handcuffs.

    He shook his head. “That won’t be necessary, Detective. Take that young woman home.”

    “What the fuck do you mean?” I whispered, trying not to be heard by Marcus just a few feet away. “She just kidnapped two kids!”

    Blake stared down at the coma patient. “No, she didn’t. Go easy on her.” He waved his suits to lower Hernandez to the ground. “If she’s lucky, she won’t remember any of this.”

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 18
  • Chase, part ten: Angela

    (Start with Part One)

    Little boys always look so cute when they're asleep.

    I watched the two of them sleeping while I waited for the blood test to finish. Little chests rising and falling. So adorable.

    And one of them was my Jacob.

    He didn’t look like me at all, of course. He’d swapped bodies a few times already. That’s why it’d been so hard to track him down.

    There are ways to tell that a body has been swapped. You can’t access any memories, so meeting old friends or family is always awkward. They’d trained us in some techniques used by stage magicians to fake being able to read minds so we could pass as the original person. That’d only get you so far, though.

    The chronic sickness was another way to know. No antibiotics would cure that.

    Turns out the host bodies start making cells of the swapper’s blood type. Eventually the body is making two types of everything, incompatible with each other and fighting for resources. That’s what makes us sick, why we have to leave every body we swap into.

    So if you test someone and find two blood types, you know the body has been swapped. I was a little proud of myself for figuring that out. No need to question every kid, no need to wait for them to get sick before moving in. Just a little blood, a quick test, and you knew. Cheap, easy, and objective.

    The test finished. I checked both tubes looking for the telltale signs of two incompatible blood types.

    There. I set the tubes back down, gazed back over at the boys, and started crying.

    I’d found him. The one on the right, the one calling himself Marcus. That was my son.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 15
  • Chase, part nine: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    "What do you mean, it's your case now? You're not even a cop!"

    The man in the charcoal grey suit smiled at me. “True. But the FBI has clear jurisdiction here, and they’re turning the case over to me. Trust me, you don’t want to fight this one.”

    “Fuck you.”

    The man - he’d introduced himself as Agent Blake, but he was The Man to me - nodded as if I’d just said good morning. “I’ll need all your files on the case, of course. And access to your witness.”

    “My what, now?”

    He glanced at his smartphone. “I believe her name is Mary Rogers?”

    “That’s our suspect, asshole. She didn’t witness anything she didn’t do.”

    He grinned again. His teeth were way too bright. And even. “Right. Silly mistake. Suspect. I’d like to talk to her, please.”

    I sighed. “Yeah, sure.”

    I led him to Interrogation Room 2 - the smallest one - then called for Mary to be brought over.

    He poked his head out of the door. “You will, of course, not record anything said in this room, or watch behind the false mirror?”

    I tried to smile at him. Failed. “Of course.”

    He nodded once, then ducked back inside.

    I went in to the observation room to turn off the recording equipment before Mary got there.

    We had plenty of footage of Mary already. Mary crying when accused of kidnapping those kids. Mary taking the psych eval, and coming through as a scared but perfectly normal person.

    Mary insisting she didn’t remember anything of the last three weeks.

    She shuffled in from the stairwell, escorted by a uniform. She kept her eyes locked on the floor in front of her, raising her head only to cough. She looked better than when we’d brought her in: not as pale, and able to walk without stumbling. Still had that cough, though.

    The uniform escorted her into the interrogation room, then came back out half a minute later. Agent Blake didn’t want anyone to see or hear his talk with Mary, it seemed. The uniform stood sentry next to the door, thumbs hooked in his belt.

    Mary and Blake stayed in the room over an hour. Mary came out with her head up, looking around like she’d never seen the place before. She didn’t cough once as the uniform escorted her downstairs.

    Agent Blake poked his head out of the door again, waved for me to come inside.

    “What did you find out?” I asked. I settled into one of the hard chairs as he shut the door.

    “Nothing I can tell you about,” he replied, taking the other chair. “This is above your pay grade.”

    I gritted my teeth, but didn’t say anything. He smiled.

    “Now, I need you to go over what happened when you caught her.”

    “It’s all in our report. Or don’t you know how to read?”

    “I’m quite familiar with reading, Detective, but sometimes verbal questions are best. Now, walk me through that day, step by step.”

    Just to piss him off, I started at the beginning, with my regular morning BM. I moved on to talking about traffic, how some jerk had cut me off before my exit that day. I went through how well the morning coffee tasted, the dead leads Lacey and I had followed through most of the day, then how we finally got the address of the last set of plates. How we checked the owner’s background, canvassed the building before getting a warrant for it that evening. How we entered Mary’s place, chased her down, then brought her in.

    Through everything, all the mundane details, Blake sat in his chair, fully at attention. He didn’t take any notes, didn’t yawn, even nodded along with me when I bitched about my commute.

    That pissed me off even more.

    He didn’t stop me until I got to our first interrogation session with Mary. “Thank you, Detective, that’s far enough. Tell me, what happened to the owner of the apartment you and Mary barged into?”

    I rolled my eyes. “I already told you. She was pretty shaken up, but there hadn’t been any damage. We talked with her a while till she calmed down, then left.”

    “Who talked with her? You?”

    I shook my head. “I was busy getting Mary back to a squad car. I think Lacey spoke with her, maybe a uniform or two.”

    Agent Blake stood. “I’ll need to talk with anyone that had contact with that girl.”

    I sighed. “Really? Look, I can tell you everything you need to know about her. She was this tall, maybe early 20s-”

    “Can you tell me her name?”

    I blinked. “No, I don’t remember. Lacey might know.”

    He smiled. “Bring her in here for me, so I can ask her, will you?”

    I swore and stormed out. Crazy feds.

    Turned out Lacey didn’t remember the girl’s name. Neither did any of the uniforms that had talked to her. Apparently they’d asked her her name first thing, but she’d been so freaked out she hadn’t answered.

    Blake just smiled at that.

    Two hours later, he slapped a warrant for her arrest on my desk. “Her name is Daniela Hernandez.”

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 14
  • Chase, part eight: Angela

    (Start with Part One)

    I can't believe they found me.

    I was careful this time. I picked a runner, someone who could last long enough for me to find Jacob. Someone with a flexible job, no current boyfriend, and family out of town.

    Someone that wouldn’t leave any tracks if she went out searching every night.

    They almost had me, would’ve caught me if that girl hadn’t opened the door. Lucky break, there. Swapped just in time.

    I was still shaking when they dragged the old body away. So close.

    But I’ve got a new body now, and a new name. Plenty of fight left in this one for grabbing the last two.

    And some other advantages. They took all my notes, all my equipment. According to my new body’s id, though, I’m pre-med at UCSD. Should be able to score replacements there.

    I’d hoped to catch the last two one by one, spaced out at least a week apart. But if the cops know, that means the Department will be here soon.

    If they find me, I’ll never see Jacob again.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 13
  • Chase, part seven: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    She coughed most of the way to the station. Kept sweating like she had a fever.

    When we questioned her about the kids, she insisted she had no idea what we were talking about. Lacey leaned on her hard, shoving pictures of each kid in front of Mary, yelling at her to talk about why she took those children.

    That only made her cry, though. Eventually she threw up, all over the interrogation room’s floor. We moved her to a holding cell while we cleaned up the mess.

    Lacey came to see me after, sat on the edge of my desk. She looked frustrated.

    “Get any on you, Lacey?”

    She checked her shoes, shook her head. “No, thank God.” She sighed. “If she’s faking being sick, she’s missing out on an acting career.”

    I nodded. “Yeah. Funny, none of the kids have gotten sick. You’d think she’d have given it to ‘em.”

    She shrugged. “Could have just gotten it herself.”

    “True,” I agreed. “Think it’s messed with her memory, too?”

    Lacey chuckled. “Now that, she’s faking,” she said, sliding off my desk. “Forensics is going over her place now, and the bike. There’s going to be plenty of evidence to help her remember.”

    I nodded. “She hasn’t asked for a lawyer yet, has she?”

    Lacey shook her head.

    “Good. Let’s go ahead and get a preliminary psych eval, then. While we’ve got her here.”

    Lacey raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it the DA’s job to worry about the insanity plea?”

    I grinned. “Humor me.”

    “All right. Go check if they’ve finished pulling all those photos off the stalker wall for me, will you?”

    “Sure thing.”

    She went back to her desk, and I headed downstairs to Evidence.

    Something was seriously wrong with this case. Everything pointed to us having the right woman in custody - the photos in the closet, the bike, the needles we’d found in the apartment.

    But the perp wasn’t reacting right. She didn’t have Dahmer’s inhuman stare, or Manson’s crazy one. She didn’t even act like she was hiding something. It was like we’d picked up some soccer mom and accused her of plotting to kill the President. She acted like she’d never even thought about doing what the evidence told me she’d done.

    I hoped the shrink would be able to make sense of it.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 12
  • Chase, part six: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    "SDPD! Open up!"

    I waited one heartbeat, two, three. No answer.

    The cheap lock gave easily when I kicked it. One more kick opened the door wide enough to see the entire studio apartment.

    I went over the potential hotspots: kitchen to the right, bathroom on the left, balcony just past the kitchen. Gun held out in front of me, I ran to the right, along the living room wall. Lacey went left.

    No one in the kitchen. I looked over at Lacey coming out of the bathroom. She shook her head. No one there, either.

    Shit. That left the balcony, or nothing.

    The balcony door was closed. Lacey slid it open while I watched for signs of movement outside, pistol ready.

    As soon as it was open I hurried through, gun pointed to the right, towards the balcony corner we couldn’t see from inside. Other than a few recycling bins, it was empty.

    “She’s not here.” I said it out loud, just to cover my disappointment. We’d finally managed to come up with a suspect from one of the plates: athletic woman that lived alone, kept weird hours, owned a red Suzuki bike. Neighbors said she was usually home this time of the afternoon. We’d hoped to grab her, finally put a lid on this case.

    Wasn’t meant to be.

    I went back inside. Lacey was already poking around the living room section of the apartment, checking the magazines left on the coffee table, pulling a cigarette butt out of the ashtray for later DNA testing.

    There were two closets, one beside the area she’d turned into her bedroom, the other along the wall facing the bathroom. The first was mostly open already, filled with an assortment of women’s clothes.

    The second one held a goldmine of evidence.

    I had to turn the bathroom lights on to get a good look inside. The closet doors folded almost all the way against the wall, leaving plenty of room for a small desk, a chair, and hundreds of photos and news clippings lining the walls.

    Lacey let out a low whistle when she saw it. “Looks like she’s been doing this a while.”

    I nodded. “And not just here. These clippings are all from Arizona, those are from Texas, and those are - Jesus Christ - those are from Virginia.”

    Lacey arced an eyebrow.

    “The Trick-or-Treat kidnappings? From last October?”

    She continued to stare at me blankly.

    I sighed. “A dozen kids went missing around Halloween in the Shenandoah. I’ve still got family up there. My dad joined one of the search parties.”

    “My god. Did they find the kids?”

    “Yeah, they found ‘em. Wandering along a country road, scared out of their minds, with no memory of how they got there.”

    Lacey’s radio crackled. “Suspect entering the building. Shall we intercept?”

    She unhooked the unit from her belt. “Negative,” she barked into it. “We’ll get her from here. You cover the exits in case she flees.”

    “Roger that.”

    I moved into the kitchen and crouched behind the counter. Lacey took a position against the wall where the opening door would hide her.

    A few minutes later, we heard a racking cough from outside the door, then keys jangling and the lock turning.

    As soon as I heard the door swing open, I popped up, gun in hand. “San Diego Police! Put your hands in the air where I can see them!”

    The woman coming in - blonde, in her 30s, wearing a red leather jacket - dropped the bag of groceries she was carrying and ran out the door.

    I swore. Lacey called down to our backup while I hurried to follow the suspect.

    Right out the door to the hall, then left, my heart pounding in my chest, yelling at her to stop. Then down two flights of stairs, into another hallway.

    I was catching up with her. She looked back, saw me getting closer, gritted her teeth.

    Down another flight of stairs then, and right down another hallway. She was headed for the back. I knew we had the exit covered, but I wanted to catch this one. I pushed myself to move faster.

    Almost to the next stairwell. Movement to my right - someone opening a door. I yelled at whoever it was to stay inside, but it was too late.

    The suspect pushed into the apartment, started to slam the door behind her.

    I dove for it, made contact just before the door shut, pushed back. I heard a high-pitched scream on the inside, then the resistance against me went slack.

    I tumbled into the room. A college girl was standing on a couch, screaming and crying. The suspect - Mary, I told myself, the woman that took those kids is named Mary - was laying on the floor, coughing.

    I cuffed her before she could stand and started reading her her rights.

    “No more kids for you, you sick fuck,” I whispered in her ear.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 11
  • Chase, part five: Angela

    (Start with Part One)

    It's almost time to leave. I can feel this body breaking down around me. The shakes have started, and I'm getting chills every night. That road rash never healed right. Pulls open every time I bend too far to the left.

    I’m too close to go just yet, though. I’ve narrowed it down to two. Just two more catches, and I’ll know.

    I’ll have my son back.

    Those bastards pretending to be doctors told me he was dead. Lied right to my face. Kept me doped up so I wouldn’t resist, wouldn’t know what was really happening.

    Had to swap to an orderly’s body to find out the truth. Just 15 minutes walking around: that’s all it took to learn the hospital was a jail, and my son was being raised by someone else. Someone they had picked.

    I didn’t stay long after that. Swapped the orderly for a nurse, the nurse for a cop, and the cop for a string of truckers to follow my son’s trail.

    Now I’m almost there, almost to him. Just gotta keep this body together for another day or so. Maybe three.

    I can swap out once I’ve found him. He’ll understand. After all, he’s just like me.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 8
  • Chase, part four: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    Thank God, she had been.

    “I took the liberty of going through the footage,” she announced as I came in. She waved me over and spread out some glossy photographs on her desk. “We’ve got shots of three different red bikes at that light in the last two weeks. Two of them multiple times.”

    “Plates?” I asked, afraid the answer would be no.

    She beamed at me. “Tech came through for once, we got plates on all three. We’re running ‘em down now.”

    “Wow. You’re beautiful, Lacey.”

    She nodded. “And smart.” I laughed. “What’d you dig up at the Walker’s?”

    I shook my head. “Mostly nothing. Kid saw a red bike, all right, even gave me a drawing - " I showed her the sketch - “but that’s it. Didn’t see the driver’s face, didn’t hear their voice, nothing.”

    “That’s too bad. I’ll let you know as soon as we have names and addresses for those plates, then.”

    “Thanks, Lacey.”

    “You can thank me by getting me some coffee. Venti soy latte, with an extra shot.” She nodded toward the door.

    “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, heading right back out. Small price to pay for a break in the case.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 7
  • Chase, part three: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    The Walker place was a nice little bungalow just off the 101. Easily within walking distance of the beach. I hated them a little for that. Rich suburbanites get under my skin.

    It was street parking only, so it took me a good ten minutes to find an empty spot. The walk back to the house gave me time to think of the questions I wanted to ask little Justice.

    Mrs. Walker answered the door, barefoot and wearing a light blouse and skirt. Small wrinkles around blue eyes.

    She smiled when she saw me. “Detective Jack. Good to see you again. Please, come in.”

    I did my best to smile back and followed her into the house. It felt bigger on the inside, with high ceilings and a mostly open floorplan.

    I settled into an easy chair in the living room as Mrs. Walker went to fetch Justice, her bare feet brushing the hardwood floors.

    They came back a short time later, hand-in-hand. Justice looked better than when I last saw him: less pale, eyes not as wide.

    “Hello, Justice,” I said, offering my hand. “How have you been?”

    He looked up at his mom, who nodded, before shaking my hand. “Okay,” he replied.

    “Justice, could I ask you a few more questions about what happened three weeks ago?”

    “I guess.” Mrs. Walker led him over to the couch, so they could sit facing me. Justice looked down at his toes, as if he’d been caught doing something bad.

    “I know I asked you this last time, Justice, but do you remember anything from before you were knocked out? Anything you might have forgotten when I talked to you last time?”

    He nodded.

    “What’s that?”

    “There was a motorcycle. A red one.”

    “Ok, a red motorcycle. Was there anyone on it?”

    He nodded.

    “Do you know who it was?” He shook his head no. “Did you see their face?” No again.

    “Justice, could you draw the motorcycle for me?”

    He looked up at me then, thinking, then nodded.

    I handed him my notepad and pen. He set the pad on the coffee table, then slipped off the couch onto the floor. Bending over the pad, he started sketching.

    When he was satisfied, he hopped back on the couch and handed me the pad. “It looked like that.”

    I checked the drawing over. The sketch was more blob than bike, but he’d tried to put indentations in certain spots, to give it some shape. It looked like it’d been a snub-nosed, compact bike, though - maybe Japanese? - not some long-necked Harley.

    Again, not much. But more than I’d had before.

    “Thank you, Justice. This is a good drawing; it’ll help us catch whoever hurt you.”

    He nodded, looking down at his shoes again.

    I stood up. “Well, thank you again, Mrs. Walker, Justice. I’d better be heading back to the station.”

    Justice and I shook hands again, and he ran off back to his room.

    Mrs. Walker stopped me at the door. “Do you have any more you can tell us, Detective?”

    I hesitated. Could I tell her there’d been other kids? Would it make her feel better or worse?

    “We have another witness that can confirm a red motorcycle and a helmeted rider in the area,” I admitted. “We’re tracking down traffic light footage to try to get a good photograph, maybe pull a license plate.”

    She nodded slowly. “Okay,” she sighed. “Don’t hesitate to call if you need anything more from us.”

    The door clicked shut behind me as I trudged back to my car. I hoped Lacey’d been more lucky than I had.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 6
  • Chase, part two: Jack

    (Start with Part One)

    "Got another kidnapping for you, Jack."

    I groaned. “This a real one, Lacey? Or just another groggy?”

    “See for yourself.” She dropped a pile of papers on my desk. “The parents are coming in in an hour.”

    I sighed and sat up in my chair. Pulled the latest stack a little closer so I could start flipping through it.

    Taylor Benson, age 8, left for school at Washington Elementary at 7:30 yesterday morning. Half an hour later he showed up at home, with no memory of how he got there or why he had a cotton ball taped to the inside of his elbow. Photographs showed a small, neat hole underneath the cotton ball on the boy’s arm. A few drops of blood on the cotton matched the kid’s. No prints on the cotton ball, no witnesses saw the boy being taken, nothing explained what had happened to him.

    Another damned groggy.

    The third one in as many weeks, which was three too many for me. They weren’t really kidnappings, since the kids were always returned. But why take them at all? And why poke a hole in their arms?

    Thank God no one had talked to the press about this. None of the parents had known each other - the first had been in Encinitas, the second in Del Mar, this was the first one downtown - so as far as they knew, it was just some random weirdness that hadn’t really hurt their kid.

    Lacey tapped my desk, breaking my reverie. “The Bensons are here. Room 3.”

    “Thanks.” I stood up, grabbed the Benson’s casework, and strode over to the cramped meeting room.

    The Bensons looked young enough to make me feel old. Firm handshakes from both - Mrs. Benson’s toned arms meant she probably did yoga, Mr. Benson looked like a runner. Young, trim, nice clothes. They looked more puzzled than angry, shocked that something like this could happen to their kid.

    “We moved to Little Italy because it was quiet,” Mrs. Benson - Tanya - explained. “Taylor could walk to school, and we both work downtown, so…”

    I nodded understanding. “Can you tell me if you’ve seen anyone new, anyone strange, hanging around your building?”

    Mr. Benson - Jeff - shook his head. “Not really. There’s this one guy that likes to hang out at the 7-11 and ask for change, but he’s been there for months.”

    I walked them through the rest of the routine. Had they met any new people that showed an unusual interest in Taylor? Were there any bullies at school that might have wanted to scare him? Were they Russian spies whose bosses were sending them a message?

    Okay, I didn’t ask that last one. But it would’ve explained a lot.

    When I’d run through all my questions, I thanked them for coming in and told them we’d be in touch as soon as we knew anything. I could tell they were both frustrated, but they just nodded and left.

    I took my notes and the rest of the file back to my desk. Just to see if it jarred anything, I rummaged around until I found the files on the other two groggies and flipped them open.

    Justice Walker - poor kid, with a name like that he’d have a hard time at school - was the first case. 7 years old. Snatched while riding his bicycle to a friend’s house. Dropped off 45 minutes later at home. Woke up crying and shaking.

    Billy Jessup, age 8. Disappeared from a playground three blocks from his house. Found at home 20 minutes later, still bleeding from the tiny hole in his arm.

    I started making more notes. All the victims were white males. All about the same age. All sent home after being taken, so the perp probably knew them socially. No ransom calls.

    It wasn’t much to go on, but I had to start somewhere.

    My desk phone rang. It was Jeff Benson.

    “I, uh, just thought of something,” he said. “Last week, Taylor told us this story about how he escaped from a crazy guy on a motorcycle. We thought he was just making it up - he’s really in to spy movies - but after yesterday–”

    “Anything seems possible.” I reach for a pen and started jotting some notes. “Did Taylor tell you anything about the bike? Did he get a look at the rider?”

    I heard Jeff sigh on the other end. “No. The rider had a helmet on. I think he said the bike was red?”

    A red motorcycle. One more tiny piece of the puzzle. “Red motorcycle. Gotcha. Thanks for calling, Mr. Benson, every detail like that helps.”

    He hung up. I strode over to Lacey’s desk just as she was hanging up the phone. “Lacey, can you pull the video from the traffic camera at India and Grape?”

    She grinned. “Sure. It’ll take a couple of hours, but you’ll be busy anyway.”

    “How’s that?”

    She nodded at the phone. “That was Ms. Walker. Seems little Justice has just remembered something about a guy on a bike chasing him.”

    “You’re right, Lacey,” I admitted as I grabbed the Walker file and my coat. “I’m gonna be out for a bit.”

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 5
  • Chase, part one: Angela

    I chase children. Strictly catch-and-release, though. I bag ‘em, tag ‘em, and let ‘em go.

    Almost didn’t get the last one. Every time I thought I had him he darted in front of an oncoming trolley, forcing me to tip my bike over to keep from crashing into the side of the train. The third time he did that, I spent a week nursing a nasty road rash, then finally nabbed him while he was walking to school.

    Turned out it was a waste of my time. All that work, and he was the wrong one.

    I don’t hurt them. I’m not a pervert looking for a sick time. I just knock them out and pull a little bit of blood. I run a few tests, then drop them off at home before they wake up.

    I would never hurt them, because one of these kids is mine.

    → 7:00 AM, Aug 4
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