Sunday, June 26, 2011


As you can see from my word count meters in the sidebar, I am making some progress:

-God Machine (formerly known as DED: Deus Experimental Division) is almost to 12k. Huzzah!

-Charlie has been queried

As for other projects, I've been picking at them when I can. I'm trying not to overwhelm myself, see? I don't want another brain freeze.

Oh, and I composed a ballad. O,o <<
Signing off.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Book Trailer!

Here's a link to my book trailer for "In a Pickle" (MG Historical Adventure): Click me!

This was just for fun ;)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

That's Your Horrorscope for Today

Horoscopes for Writers!

Not that I believe in this bunk (heehee), but I thought it would be fun...

Today someone very close to you will die. Bury him in your bottom drawer and get over it. Be alert, as that blog comment will come back to haunt you.

Do not hit the tequila today. It will hit back. Semi-colons are not your friends. Seek out the tall, dark stranger and kill him.

Rejections will come in twos today. Be sure to pack Kleenex and wear your best thinking cap. And yes, your critique group is out to get you.

The people you critiqued yesterday had thinner skin than you thought. Run when the screaming starts. They are not rabid fans vying for an autograph.

Like a cat, today you will nap. Drool will spill down your chin and onto your keyboard, which will then fizzle and fry as it dies. Beware! Do not shed your tears over the surge protector.

Today our lucky pencil will break. Many deaths will ensue.

Avoid caffeine like the plague, and be sure not to shower or brush your teeth. After staring at your blinking cursor for fifty-blinking-five minutes, your keyboard will cease working.

Your favorite agent is laughing behind your back. They haven't read your manuscript, but it's so funny that its humor radiated through your query letter. You're that hysterical (or horrible.) Avoid the delete button.

Today will bring tomorrow. Be certain to rearrange all your furniture... twice. You will write much nonsense today.

You will discover that your main character is pregnant and that you are the father! Congratulations! You just did the biologically impossible. Go smoke a stoggie. They're good for you.

Your social skills are lacking. Never go out in public again.

The world will end when you type the end. Start a new book immediately or civilization as we know it will be eaten by giant apes.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Non-Writers Say the Darn'dest Things

A snarky post. Not for the faint of heart. I make no apologies.

NW: Are you even published?

Me: The tone implies that without having your work in print, you are not a writer. In reality, a writer writes (always. :P) An author is published.

NW: I could have been a/n writer/author. I've had this great idea for years. I'm too busy to put it down on paper.

Me: That's insulting. You've never dedicated the time and effort to produce work, and you think you could just sit down and type out something wonderful without the practice? A monkey could sit down at a typewriter and hammer out words. That doesn't make it a writer.

NW: When are you going to get a real job?

Me: Even though it may not provide a steady income (or any income), that doesn't mean writing's not hard work. Oh, by job you meant where you get paid to sit at a desk and play solitaire? Yeah, I do that, too, but not on company time and I don't get paid for it ;)

NW: I just finished your book. When will it be published?

Me: You mean after I write several more drafts, feed it to beta readers, write and polish a query letter, synopsis, etc., and hopefully (but most likely not) snag an agent? Oh, and after that agent sells the project to a publisher? I don't know. Maybe several years.

NW: You're a bit cranky. Spending all that time alone behind a desk must have drained you of your people skills.

Me: Bite me.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Kickin' Back

No energy lately. Can hardly type straight.

I have not forgotten you, dear reader. I'm just not myself right now.

See ya later,


Thursday, June 9, 2011

I'm Back!

After some computer woes, I am here! Miss me? 0:) Here's something I wrote while I was "gone":

I'm not in the mood to write. "They" say I should write anyway, despite how I feel. I assume it's the same "They" who tell me to never break the rules, to never write for publication, and to never write what I don't know.

Well, who do "They" think they are?

Definitely not Shakespeare. He'd say something like "Thou cannot avoideth the Plague of the Pen, be it by design or indifference."

Nor could it be Poe. "Writer, I am not mad! Bend and break the rules... I'll bury your body on the floorboards afterwards... Just don't look at me like that!"

Dr. Seuss? "I will not write for print. I will not write for mint. I will not write for published word. To write for print would be absurd!"

There can be only one culprit behind these mindless words that are planted and re-planted in the dark recesses of our brains until we accept them as Truth. The culprit?