I’m not officially on social media, but I do peek at non-civilization-destroying venues from time to time. I see a lot of writer games, of which WordWeavers seems the most fun. Per the official Google Doc: WordWeavers is a writing game on Mastodon created by Branwen OShea and Alina Leonova. The hosts post daily questions […]
Periodic reminder that keyboards with sticking keys, more often than not, need cleaning rather than tossing. I never eat at the keyboard lest I summon the ghost of my sixth grade touch typing teacher, and yet there are definite crumbs in addition to the dust, cat hair, people hair, yarn fibers (so… much… alpaca), bits
In this round of revision, we’ve reached the Hate Mail scene, in which people who don’t deserve to die do. I have repeatedly interrogated the necessity of this scene because I know it’s difficult. Intentionally! Can’t trauma-bond without trauma, and this is the trauma the situation provided. It works structurally. I’ve barely altered it since
It’s crunch season at my soulless corporate writing gig, so personal revision is proceeding at a creep. Since the last update, the revision has reached the point at which I’d left myself a note that Heroine didn’t have to participate so much in Hero spilling his guts. He wants to tell her. He’s not lying.