The last few days have been one of those “adventures” where, first, you don’t realize you’re in for a ride until your ass is on some weird train, and second, you start off normal, go through a thousand emotions, and finish feeling battered, but vaguely relieved. The context? I’m still editing. Now that we’ve established…
Category: Writing
I should be editing
But first, I need to perform some sort of power rant. That’s a thing, I promise. Can’t explain to you how it works, I’m just a firm believer in the power of the scream. And this is me, screaming into the void of my blog that I’ll start editing my sci-fi book for the final…
Why do I always love the villain?
And does that love have any relation with the fact that I dated plenty of assholes in the past? I just realized I spent 10 years boycotting my own happiness, but OK. Back to the subject, I love villains. In fact, I root for the villains. A book without a good villain (or five, for…
Focus on your shit
I come here to complain rather often. If I had enough time, I’d probably rant every single day. There’s just so much that distracts me and irritates me nowadays. First off, the weather. Man, it’s been raining nonstop, every single fucking day, for the past two weeks. That’s not a life I wish to lead….
How is it October already?!
Guys, it is October. The fucking year basically ENDED. In 2019 I was going to: Query my YA sci-fi book. The one I’m still editing because it is 9k words too long, yay! Finish my 2018 NaNo WIP—with which I’m probably only halfway through because it needed a lot of “pre-editing to make ANY SENSE,…
Eyes on the prize
I’ve been feeling off as of lately. A bit afraid. Rather uncomfortable. Too anxious. And I know why. Here’s a list, because lists are my tenth favorite thing on Earth: I’m still editing my sci-fi book. It’s been almost a year (wow, how and why is this taking SO LONG?). I’m tired. But then I’m…
Is it OK to cry while we edit?
I’m not asking for a friend, obviously. If you don’t wanna read my whining this is the moment to move on to another blog, unfollow me, grab some ice cream, go to sleep. I just feel like shit and wanted to talk with someone about it. Since no one deserves to put up with my…
I want people to read my work! But what if they hate it?
And other sentences we obsessively say in our heads. I mean, I really would love for people to read my books (in the plural, because I now have written two books! Can you believe it? I can’t). I’d be elated if, when reading my stories, people happen to enjoy them. “Enjoy” is a bizarre word…
Comfortable with the discomfort
Writing has taught me many lessons. More than I could have imagined it would. It has shown me the generous, kind, self-absorbed, magical, narcissistic, funny, lovely sides of people. It has taught me that time is never to be wasted, but that I should get used to waiting; which would sound like an oxymoron until I tell…
Social media and the occasional insanity
I wrote my first book (a YA sci-fi story) in complete isolation from social media. And that probably is one of the main reasons I’m proud of my work: I wrote it without expectations; never wondering what agents, publishers, and readers would like. I wrote for myself —and because it was either that or staring…
Twitter pitch contests
Yesterday was #DVPit day 1, a Twitter pitch event for authors who identify as members of historically marginalized minorities/groups (for more info, visit: http://dvpit.com/rulesguidelines). Twitter is fun (if used “correctly.” Correctly means many things to me. I will talk about that another day). Twitter pitches can be great, but they are invariably terrifying: It’s DIFFICULT…
Believing in me
I’ve been asking myself, why do I write books? For me, of course. Writing is fun: I can make up stories, people, settings, locations, situations. So, if I do this for me, why do I bother to edit, work with beta readers, and plan on querying and pursuing traditional publication? That is, why do I secretly…