Holly Lisle: Writing, Fiction, & Discovery

  • Back to work

    The little guy is asleep, the house is as quiet as it’s going to get. Time to lay down some words. Download as PDFPrint Page

  • 1238 words

    I can’t say it’s flying, but at least it’s plodding pleasantly. Download as PDFPrint Page

  • The sanctity of doing the dishes

    Out of childhood experience come some amazing things. I remember doing the dishes with my mother. She washed, I dried, and we sang. Old songs — “White Coral Bells” as a round, “Down in the Valley.” That experience today metamorphosed itself into something strange and sad in the story, and into a scene that surprised…

  • Solid ghosts do not show up for nothing

    They have to be here for a reason. They know things the hero doesn’t know, and she certainly has question she wants to ask them. They’ll have some advice for Pete — what they told him already was pretty good, but they have to know something about Lauren and maybe Jake and maybe Molly that…

  • Back into the fray

    I think I know where I want to go with the book today — I know what the scenes are supposed to be, but I can’t be sure they’ll turn out the way I anticipate. Changing two sentences on a 3×5 index card into 2500 words is a process that can take you in some…

  • Done already — yee-haw

    2602 words, and an amazing twist in what I thought the story was going to be, and stuff that brought tears to my eyes as I wrote it. Though, admittedly, I’m pretty easy to make cry. And it’s early. Early. Thanks. Download as PDFPrint Page

  • I have 1314 words already

    Never let it be said that prayer doesn’t help. Although why God would take an interest in a book about dark gods, gateweavers, zombie heroes, shape-shifting dragons, and nymphomaniac murderers is beyond me. Download as PDFPrint Page

  • Oh. . . my . . . god

    A bit of description turned into what I thought was overdescription, and suddenly erupted into something wonderful that I never expected, never considered, never thought of. I have goosebumps. I am sitting here in my chair and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing up and I have goosebumps on my arms,…

  • Yesterday’s writing died an ugly death

    I finally threw in the towel at midnight with 1123 words. I have Vivaldi’s Four Seasons Suite on today, looping with two variations on Pachelbel’s Canon, and the first five variations on Bach’s Goldberg Variations. I have ground to cover, and today will, by god, go better. Funny thing is, the same anguished fight for…

  • And on our menu this evening . . .

    Internal conflict. A mother who dreads the creature that saved her life, knows that she should be grateful to him for what he did, but is only grateful that he keeps his distance. A beautiful but dangerous land that is about to get more dangerous. Old gods who have no wish to be disturbed in…

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