Sometimes it pays to clean your desk. There it was, a printed copy of the incomplete manuscript with all my notes, all the background stuff, all the words. And then I noticed the manuscript was printed in one of my earlier Scrivener formats. Maybe two years ago. So I dug through the printed version, did a search for a unique … Continue reading →
Ki finally admits the truth to Aleksa…and she didn’t react the way I expected. Interesting. So tomorrow, I’ll pursue the conversation further, and find out why she responded as she did. 293 words. How did your writing go?
Back to Ki’s POV, and him pulling Aleksa out of a situation he previously got her into. I did 3588 words on Lesson Four of HTRYN today, and was pretty happy to get the 287 I managed on Dreaming the Dead. I’m not exactly enthralled by what I got. But I’m dead tired, and I got something. I’ll leave it … Continue reading →
Aleksa has discovered having people trying to kill her, in some odd way, agrees with her. Her life, derailed when she was fifteen, has taken an odd turn suddenly, and she discovers that she has something to live for—that her life has become valuable to her again. 569 words. How are you doing? … Continue reading →
The Brain Mass Issue The news on my brother-in-law, by the way, is there is no news. He’s in a holding pattern now, where the hospital with the doctor who WANTS to do his surgery suggested he go to a bigger medical center, and the bigger medical center said he’s not a county resident and he’s self pay, so no … Continue reading →
There was this guy in a music store once. I was about nineteen. Dude was about halfway to seven feet tall, shaved head, black-coffee complexion. I was trying out guitars, and he came in, pulled a five string electric bass off the wall, plugged it into an amp, sat down and began to play the Moonlight Sonata. The world stopped. … Continue reading →
It was a tiny detail for which I had no plans. I simply noted that the man in my bit of scene tonight had knees that creaked when he walked. I’ve heard knees creak, heard the sound bone makes on bone when weighed down by muscle, skin, sinew, and fluid. It’s a distinctive sound—nothing else compares. So that detail slipped … Continue reading →
I’d sent my heroine, Aleksa in one direction yesterday—and I thought it was a pretty good one. But today as I was re-reading my last couple of paragraphs, I discovered that I was missing an opportunity to make her life miserable—as if having people trying to kill her wasn’t enough. I deleted the last two paragraphs, re-wrote them to change … Continue reading →
I worked tonight on the decidedly un-supernatural demon of memory, and Aleksa’s violent past. Her approach made sense to me, as did the place she went inside her mind when she knew she was in danger. Tomorrow, I start writing Lesson 3 for HTRYN, and my beta testers start the course. I’m excited about that, too. But tonight I flew … Continue reading →
Just over a year ago, on October 28, 2008, I had a dream that is still changing my life. My first publisher, Jim Baen, who died on June 28, 2006, paid me a visit. Now, I’m not pagan, Christian, or otherwise religious in any way, shape, or form. I’m not a believer in things. I’m not a fan of faith, … Continue reading →
