This post is approximately 350 words, some of them onomatopoetic.
Life in the asphalt stars
I usually walk the dogs with music playing through headphones. One morning, as mist hung heavy upon the air, I decided to go without.
Diffuse light made determining the direction of the sun impossible, yet every tree, house, and bird enjoyed the kind of perfect illumination that sent photographers running for their cameras.
As I entered the park, and the maudlin noise of suburban life faded away, footsteps and raindrops the only sound to hear.
The split-splash, split-splash of soft dog paws in shallow puddles.
The sploosh-splush of my larger feet, the second step muffled by ripples from the first. Continue reading
This post is approximately 600 words.
In this post, you get to travel far down the rabbit hole. But instead of landing in Wonderland, you’ll land in the writer’s brain, a place as equally crazy and confusing.
As the title implies, I’ve got too many villains in my first book. At least, that’s the perception readers will have. If I’m careful enough – write well enough – I can prevent them from thinking that, but it’s complicated because I don’t want a simple black-and-white story.
In the mix, some win, lose, die, or are redeemed. Some characters might even be more than one of the following:
- the antagonist of the entire series
- the lieutenant – the character that does the bidding
- the manipulator – the deceiver
- the baron – the non-supernatural foil
- the monster – in a traditional story, the dragon to be slayed
- the foot soldiers – cannon fodder
For characters that come and go, interwoven amongst each other’s storylines within a twisty, turny story, it will be easy to lose my readers. In working through the second draft, I find I’m already there. Continue reading
This post is approximately 550 words, and the first one I’ve written since August 31. For shame.
You know the old nightmare: the one where you’re standing in front of the class completely naked. That’s a doozy, right?
I’ve often told friends I’d rather be naked in a crowd than share my writing. To their relief, I choose the latter. But it’s a similar fear: the thought of exposing your very real self, the part that almost no one ever sees. As a writer – and I’ve heard similar things from other aspiring novelists – I’m often in my head, examining and re-examining every single word that comes out, dreading that I’ve created something awful. That all the imperfections are spotlight-worthy. Perhaps unfairly so, but c’est la vie.
It’s paradoxical, right? You’re working on a book you want people to read, yet you’re scared of showing it to anyone. For me, I want a million people to read my book. Ambitious, optimistic, crazy? Yes to all the above. But I’ve got to show it to one person first. And hoo boy, that’s the painful struggle. Continue reading