I think we’re coming up on 10,000 words, which is the most I’m willing to post of anything in case I drop dead and my heir wants to dump everything into KU for ease of asset management (can’t have more than 10% free on the web in that case). Conveniently, it also happens to be […]
In which Phin’s boss gets on the “men are trash” train. Y’all, I wrote this months ago and haven’t changed a thing in response to current events. Part of the reason it repels me so much is that it stinks of capitalizing on a news cycle, although the news just caught up to what I’ve
Here we have what is known in some circles as the “story problem”—the reason the protagonist can’t follow through on her entirely reasonable desire to walk away from a messy entanglement. Again, only semi-revised and untouched by my editor, and posted only in a so-far vain attempt to dredge up some personal enthusiasm for returning
Because it would be great to live in a world where men step up and tell other men not to be shitgibbons instead of relying on the women the shitgibbons don’t listen to to fix the shitgibbon problem! Again, not thoroughly revised and never known the touch of an editor. Part 1 is here if
This isn’t polished by me or edited by my editor, so I don’t even know if it’s coherent English, and the book will probably never be finished, in part because it was turning into an “I hate men” book, which is, um, not great in heterosexual romance, but since I feel that sentiment is currently
I recently attended an editing workshop hosted by a trad-pub romance editor who said, “Head hopping is fine! All the greats do it, and it works fine!” I didn’t catch much after that because of the steam whistling out of my ears, but I’m pretty sure we’d disagree on other fundamentals. Then I came home
I woke up earlier this week to find that all of my spoons were gone. I had to declare spoon bankruptcy. I felt for several days like I would never be able to acquire another spoon for the rest of my life. As a result, I crawled into my shell and bolted the doors closed
Synastry is a comparison of two or more astrological charts to evaluate their interaction. I’m not going to debate anyone about the wisdom of relying on such measures in real life, but it can be a cool writing tool if you need character inspiration or affirmation that you’re on the right track.
Q: You said [alarming thing], and now I’m worried there might not even be a next book. Will there be, and if so, when can we expect it? A: I’m currently 23,000 words into the rough draft of another contemporary. Judging by the position of the Act I/II break, I guesstimate the full rough draft
This is really basic stuff. You will find hundreds of versions of what I’m going to say here, and the honest ones will say, “This is basic stuff.” Many others, however, will present this basic stuff as if their take on it is revolutionary. This latter group is either (a) lying because their how-to books