“I quit.”

Really, I just wanted to say that, just once. I'm too obsessive-compulsive to quit anything once I've made a beginning, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like. So sometimes I daydream about quitting as a writer. I daydream about it quite a lot these days, for various reasons. It always disheartens me even more than...... Continue Reading →

On writing simultaneous novels, Part 3

I'm dragging my feet at the moment, for a variety of reasons. Beyond the distractions of entering the holiday season and the natural instinct to hibernate that always arises with the reduced daylight, I have encountered an unexpected hazard to this project-- excessive sympathy for one of my main characters. You'd think this might be... Continue Reading →

On writing simultaneous novels, Part 2

Another issue that has confronted me in the process of writing four novels at the same time: back story. Four main characters, four sets of secondary and minor characters (many of them overlapping from one main character to another), four individual histories. Right now, however, it is the individual history side of the matter that... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Brewing a Book, or Back to the Beginning

I'm not allowed to drink coffee for health reasons, so I only have this knowledge second-hand. A friend told me recently that you can get a smoother, richer flavor if you cold-brew the coffee rather than boil it. Cold-brew methods take longer, I'm told, but my friend assured me that the results were worth the... Continue Reading →

Slowly I Turned: Distrait

Trouble, trouble, trouble: the famous Edna St Vincent Millay quote does come to mind. The same worries, the same distractions, the same outcome: a withering of creativity. I'm reading now, not for the enjoyment of reading as much as for the temporary escape it provides. Writing stories would be a better escape, if I could... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Drowning in Privilege

I've been extremely sporadic in updating my blog during the summer so far. I admit it, and I regret none of it. If I must go for two months without pay from my day job, then you'd better believe I'll use those two months to indulge my creative side as much as is humanly possible.... Continue Reading →

Commoner Garden

Welcome, welcome! And right on time, how very punctual of you. Thank you for showing such interest in Commoner Garden, the most popular lifestyle center in Ubiquity. I think, as it’s the prime shopping hour, we should begin our tour with the living quarters. As you’ll note, they are empty at this time of day.... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Writer as Human Cannonball

In my place of work, we often use a certain term for the feeling one gets from workdays that begin at a hectic pace: being shot out of a cannon. This year, May is the month when my life gets shot out of a cannon. I am trying to finish a novel. I am primarily... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Comedy is Serious Work

Writing a comedic novel is more complicated than I had expected. This is the first time I’ve tried, mind you, so I didn’t know what to expect when I began. I’ve read and enjoyed some very comical writers—P.G. Wodehouse and Terry Pratchett being two of my favorite—but they do make it seem very easy. And... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Nomad’s Land

Peregrination seems to be written into my genetic code. My family moved a lot when I was little, and in the past thirteen years I have moved six times. I suppose this is only to be expected. One doesn’t become a writer for the sake of money (normally there isn’t any) but for the love... Continue Reading →

Howling At The Moon

[Deep breath.] WhenwillIhavetimetoworkontheideasthatI’vestockpiledImeanIhavesomanyprojectsbutIdon’thave thetimetodevotetothem,letalonetheenergy,becauseIhaveadayjobthatstretchesmytemperament beyondrecognitionwithcoworkersforwhom,shortofdivineintervention,Ifeellittlebutantipathy, andeventhoughIhavedivineinterventiontogetmethroughtheday,Istillcomehomecompletely wipedoutattheendofeveryworkdayandthatshootsholesinthetimeIdohaveforworkingonmywriting, notthatitmattersbecauseIdon’thavethefirstideahowtosellmyworkeffectivelysothatIcancreatea footholdformyself,whichiswhatitwilltakebecausewhatIwritedoesn’tquitefitthebasicpigeonholesofits genrewhichisalsothestoryofmylife,really,andI’veneverbeenabletoshakefreeofthatperpetualoddness that,true,somepeoplelearntoenjoyanyway,meincluded,butthefrustrationstillsometimesbuildsup becauseaslongasI’maliteraryoddityI’llneverbeabletoestablishacareerthatenablesmetodedicatemy timetodoingwhatIlove(writing,ofcourse)whilestillmakingaliving,andthatdiscouragesmenoend, whenwritingissupposedtocheermeupafteraharddayamongequallydifficultpeople. [Deep breath.] Okay. Rant completed. I feel a little better now. Back to spring cleaning.

“Slowly I Turned”: I Dream of Bacon

Once upon a time, when my doctor decided to try out a certain medication on me, she warned me of potential side effects. One of them: unusually vivid dreams. Naturally, my inward reaction was, How will I know the difference? Virtually all my dreams are unusually vivid. In fact, I know I’m under too much... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: How to Recognize Love from a Very Long Distance

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP * THE FOLLOWING IS A TEST OF THE MORAL EMERGENCY SYSTEM. THIS IS NOT A RHETORICAL QUERY. IF THIS WERE A REAL RHETORICAL QUERY, THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS WOULD NOT REQUIRE ANSWERS.* BEEEEEEEEEEEP * “Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.”... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Flashbacks, or Candy Doesn’t Need To Have A Point

Today I spent some time looking at my big-picture timetable for some of my current writing projects. I don’t remember if I’ve given the matter serious consideration before; it’s so terribly easy to let the struggle for a daily rhythm become all-important. I have other issues with big-picture planning that tend to deter me, but... Continue Reading →

“Slowly I Turned”: Directing My Own Funeral

Any time I deal with people, I find that an event that normally would have nothing whatsoever to do with me suddenly takes over my life. I suppose that’s why I don’t like dealing extensively with people. My routine this week got overthrown by an unexpected event of the previous week. One of my coworkers... Continue Reading →

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