“When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies? Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!” — Don Quixote de La Mancha … Continue reading A New Month of Madness
I’m really not patient sometimes. Especially if I’m excited about something. You know, like my debut novel being in the hands of beta readers, and waiting to hear feedback. Did you hear that? It was the sound of a clock ticking. Backward. Heavy sigh. I beta read for people, too. I have one open on… Continue reading Waiting for Beta
It’s kind of awesome, just how many times a writer “finishes” writing a novel. I was done writing at the end of December. It has officially taken me longer to edit Rising than it did to write it. I’ve been told that’s a very good thing. The structural edit process is elation, frustration and disbelief all wrapped together. There were moments… Continue reading Another Round of Done
Editing is quite the process. Either that, or I’m brutally critical of my own work. Seeing as how Rising is my first, completed, full-length novel, the editing process is different in many ways from what I’m used to. First off, I can’t just sit down and re-read the entire story in one sitting like I… Continue reading Editing a Novel – AKA What Did I Just Get Myself Into?
I have a confession. Right now, at this point in my fledgling writing career, I live in fear of one, single question. It’s a common one, too. In fact, it’s the one thing you would expect to be asked after just completing a novel. “So, what’s your book about?” Did you see my knees buckle… Continue reading Speaking Of…. The Conversational Logline
Yesterday, I printed out Rising and put it into a binder for editing. As you can see, I killed a small tree in the process. Don’t get me wrong — I’m a total granola-munching, tree-hugging, hippie, artist-woman. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, where trees are valued more than gold. But I have zero… Continue reading Why I Print
Dreams are powerfully metaphorical. Sometimes they are elusive, and you spend all day trying to noodle through their meanings. Other times, they’re fairly obvious — sort of like a 2-by-4 to the face. Last night’s dream was the latter. I was with my main characters, Kessa and Danny, and we were running from. I’m not sure… Continue reading Dreams, Novels and Babies