Rain Storms and Revisions

The storm last night woke me up by throwing ping-pong ball sized hail at the window above my head. This morning, when I looked for damage, I didn’t really find any. Leaves. Lots and lots of leaves on the ground. But besides that? I was lucky. I’m still working on catching up from the sleep

Changing Revisions Mid-Stream

Well, I’m finally taking the jump, and setting my current revision aside in favor of one I feel more drawn to. The new one has a little more weight to it. It’s a little less frivolous. At the moment, it’s also a lot shorter than the other. I suspect that I’ll track things down, once

Cleaning Out The Desk

This weekend, I did a nice long inventory of all the work I have in progress, going back to about 2019. It’s a good chunk. It’s also a very fragmented chunk. I have horrific write-to-type ratios (which we all knew) and even worse write to revise ratios. What I didn’t know is just how much

Revising And the Big Questions

It is nearly August, and I am a disappointment to my Fitbit, and an embarrassment to my revision. Exactly what have I been doing with my time? Heck if I know. Turning the character who dies into an actual, on-screen character instead of someone who’s just referred to by others. Contemplating whether the whole thing

A Quick Assessment and Other Themes

So, taking a step back, and looking at where I am in my novel… at last count, my main character was about to confess that she may not have… exactly… uhm… killed the person everyone assumes she killed. Actually, he might be alive and well, and fidgeting around in her basement, reading sports magazines, and

Revising While Reading

I just printed out the next chapter for my revision. It is forty pages long, and in at least three different viewpoints. And the actual purpose of the scene didn’t come to me until well and truly after it was written. (They? I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just one scene when I started.) I’m going

Unsagging My Middle

No, not my middle. My Story’s middle. I have a character who needs to get from point A to point B in a hurry, but the middle third of my book is starting to look more like the Lord of the Rings than something thoroughly modern, and written by someone who **ahem** doesn’t particularly care

Early Morning Word Sprints (Caveman Style)

I got up this morning and did a nice, long word sprint, instead of my usual blog post. I got a lot done, and wound up with enough of a scene that I didn’t feel particularly guilty about going out to play. It gave me something nice to put in my “progress charting journal” and

So, NOW What Do My Characters Have In Common?

I finally found that scene. You know…. THE scene. The one that has been missing, and in hiding, and presumed dead, or possibly never to have existed in the first place. I found that scene. I’m still writing it, but I think that it’s what the novel needs, maybe more than any of the other

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