Category: Writing (page 22 of 81)

Writer Report: Looming Quarter

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Much like some malevolent giant peering over the wall of a nearly defenseless settlement, the dreaded Q4 is upon me at the dayjob. Expectations are high. Work is sure to come fast and furious (and without the benefits of Michelle Rodriguez or Jordana Brewster). I’m going to have to take extra steps to stay on top of things. Bills need to be paid, which means I need this employment, which means I can’t lose it.

This means I need to rearrange my schedule.

The last couple weeks I’ve been catching my breath. Picking at Cold Streets instead of tearing into it. Thinking about Godslayer more than I write about it. Blogging when I feel like it instead of on a schedule. I’ve taken a leisurely pace to things, in an attempt to get my head and heart together. It’s time to put that aside and focus on getting through the next few months intact.

I’ve been losing weight, and I plan to keep doing that. A focus on my physical imperfections and progress will help me focus, in turn, on the imperfections and progress in front of me. That’s the idea, at least. I’ll have to make sacrifices, be it less time for games, or relaxation, or friends. I’ll still make time for those things, and watching things like Agents of SHIELD or Attack on Titan, but these are rewards, not goals in and of themselves. I hope I don’t offend anybody if I disappear for hours at a time from people’s radar. While I do still need the support of friends and family – there’s no way I could have made it this far without them – there’s a large portion of what’s in front of me that I have to face alone.

Surviving to see 2014 in a prosperous and meaningful way means living up to my potential, owning my mistakes (which I am bound to make), writing the stories only I can write, doing everything I can for those around me, and never ever giving up, even if the odds seem stacked in favor of the house.

I know there’s help, and I’m grateful for it. I know there’s ground that’s been tread before, and I’m willing to learn from it. But in the end, when the reports and the edits and the demands come in, it’s all on me.

No pressure, or anything.

Writer Report: Seasons Change

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Unfortunately, I don’t have a great deal to report from the past week. I’m not sure why it’s been difficult to get myself out of bed this past week. Either it’s the change of the seasons, or a side effect of the medication I’m on. Which is more complex than whiskey, before that gets mentioned.

I have taken a bit of time to work over some of the concepts for Godslayer, but I can’t really call that ‘progress’. Some of that might happen next week. Same for editing Cold Streets. Hopefully that won’t take longer than a week or two, and then I can get my very patient test readers-to-be a manuscript to look over.

This weekend I’m going to rest up. Hopefully more progress will be made in the future, because that’s what I’m looking towards.

Writer Report: Hard Part’s Over

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Courtesy Floating Robes

Cold Streets is done.

Well, the first draft is done, anyway. The sequel to Cold Iron (which, as a friendly reminder, you can buy here or here) was born out of a desire to lay a foundation for future, full-length projects. Once I take up the editing hat and really get down to business, it’s my hope to have a workable draft that’s ready for prime time near the end of the year. Then it’s a matter of lining up another breathtaking photo and some fantastic design work for a cover, and maybe, just maybe, it’ll be on the virtual shelves in time for a lovely holiday gift.

That’s kind of a tight deadline, and I need to line up the backing capital for the cover & design work, but we’ll see what happens. I won’t make petty demands of talented people. I know how that goes when I’m on the receiving end of it.

Once I get test readers tearing Cold Streets apart, it’ll be time to try something new. Godslayer has been rather neglected recently because of the demands of my schedule and everything else going on, and it’s past time I put together an outline for that, and perhaps a character/world-building bible. I’ve thought about picking up Scrivener to make organizing and reorganizing things easier, but we’ll have to see if the budget can accommodate that. And then there’s the matter of Morgan and Seth. I’m not done with them and their near-future slightly-screwy Philadelphia just yet. I have one more novella planned, Cold Light, to round out what I’ll be calling the Lighthouse Foundation trilogy. And as I said, from there it’s on to longer, more substantial works in that world.

One Day More

Writing, like any skill, needs to be practiced in order to maintain a certain level of competence. The nibs of pens and points of pencils must be sharpened. For me, writing flash fiction every week is how I got about doing that. Having to come up with a thousand words with a simple prompt keeps me on the edge. But after a rather hectic weekend, I find myself needing one more day to put everything together. Which is why I don’t do it competitively.

I know there are some weekly flash fiction contests out there that yield bragging rights if nothing else. But I don’t think I’m at a point where I can confidently step into that kind of wordy Thunderdome. I have other projects to finish, dayjob work can keep me late, and there’s the chores and the running around and the things I do to remain sane. As much as fractured artists make for great stories in and of themselves, I’d like to keep as much of me intact as I can going forward. That’s why I keep using the prompts at Terribleminds – no pressure. No prizes to win or punishments to endure. The only writer I’m really trying to best is myself.

So this week, Flash Fiction is getting bumped to tomorrow. And based on the prompt, I’m hopeful it’ll be a good one.

(If you’re curious, my d20 ring rolled a 12.)

Writer Report: Nearly There

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I really do not like being sick.

I’ve had to put exercising on hold as I recover from whatever it is that’s making my throat and muscles sore. I hope to be back in the gym on Monday, but I’m trying to be realistic. It may be a while before I’m back up to my previous level. I don’t convalesce well; I’d rather be active in some way than simply sitting and resting. All too often such idle time can lead to me feeling broken or useless, even if I know intellectually that I am not.

It’s not all bad news, though. Cold Streets is very, very close to completion. I might have been able to finish it last night if I were feeling more on top of my game. As it is, I’ll settle for finishing the first draft of my second novella within a week, and lining up test readers for what is a very, very rough pass at the story. Part of me wants to appeal to mercy; the rest of me knows the harshest words can be the most useful in the editorial process.

I’m nearly there. I have to stick with it. I can rest when all of the work is done.

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