Sixteen Days To Full-Scale Panic

Sixteen days til NaNoWriMo, and I still don’t have an idea. Not a plot point, not a character. Not a teeny-tiny play on words to amuse my Muse. (Who is more or less an eighth grade boy, at heart.) Well, fine. I’ll just start with an explosion and work my way up from there. I

NaNoWriMo Home Regions and Immigration

The first letters from our municipal liaisons are arriving, today, and I got back to my home region for the first time this year. Nebraska::Other. A rip-roaring writing community of eight people. Twenty-five percent of them are Municipal Liaisons, if you’re doing the math. Which I am. As always, I’m seeking out new writers and

Who’s My Main Character?

About a week ago, I started a new project. It’s a cute little thing. About ten pages long, barely talking in complete sentence fragments, yet. I’m also revising my last project, working through what I have, and trying to get it all to sit still in some kind of order. The two projects are very

When am I going to get to read your book?

People have been asking me when they’re going to get to read my book. People I don’t know particularly well, and don’t really see as a part of my creative community. Coworkers, mostly. The occasional family member. That fundamentalist preacher–who clearly would not like my book. Nobody ever looks at a medical student, and says,

Writing With a Sense of (Some Other) Place

In the first draft of my first trunk novel, the story was set in a small town that exists in real life.  My characters lived in a house that belongs to one of my family members, and got ice cream at the very same cafe that used to make the best root beer freezes in

Feeding the Muse… She’s a Cannibal, You Know.

You get to ask strange questions, if you’re a writer. A lot of the times, the questions are the purpose in themselves. Sometimes, you even get real answers. I just finished perusing an internet’s worth of Lichtenberg figures.  Yup. The marks left behind–on objects, or on people-by a lightening strike. There aren’t a whole lot of

Those Naughty Psychopaths, and the Writers Who Love Them

One of my main characters just threatened to skin a man alive. Threatened? Promised?Well… more of a two pronged offer. As it turns out, the guy took what was behind door number two, and kept his skin. The thing is, I’m certain the Captain would have done it. He wouldn’t have made the threat offer,

Fishing for Ideas… Catch and Release Style

Camp Nanowrimo is coming up in a couple of weeks, and my goal is 30k off a new Science Fiction project. All fine and well. Except, of course, that I don’t actually have a Science Fiction project, and I don’t have an idea for one. I don’t have an idea for any other kind of

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