Because yesterday I finally spent yet more money buying journals I don’t “need,” and a calligraphy nib for my favorite fountain pen, I decided to document my beloved mini collection of journals. For the record (aka of course), most of them are unused. This is going to be a (more) boring (than usual), self-indulgent post,…
Well, that was fast
On November 1st, I mentioned that I’d be burning out like a shooting star rushing through the night sky on its way to extinction. Yes, I’m trying to sound cute. Also, guess what? I feel them coming: the mental fog, the drain, the drag. It isn’t only about crafting too many sentences per day (aside…
My apologies: I’ve come to give you a boring pep talk
So I’ve been NaNoing for the last four days (yes, NaNoing is now a verb. No, the dictionaries aren’t with us on this one). This was a last minute decision, and an attempt to avoid closing 2018 with the same (only) MS under my belt. As in most cases, I jumped into my decision without…
NaNoing, editing, rewriting
November always looked like that chill, unsuspecting month between ordinary life and the end-of-the-year festivities. Or the end-of-the-year rushing through the stores and buying overpriced presents for demanding family members. Anyway, November never equaled busy for me. If anything, I dreaded it for standing between me and my vacation somewhere where the sun was doing…
Sunday versus Monday
It’s Sunday night again, which means that tomorrow *an orc war horn blows in the near distance* will be Monday. And so we all (or most of us, I guess) will head back to our day jobs for the next five days, and waste away our precious time doing stuff we couldn’t care less about. After…
Weekend dread, hope, and guilt
There is a quote on how writers have homework every night for the rest of their lives. That burden is real, beautiful, and hefty. Since I started to write again, I have no rest. Every spare minute of my life is spent working on my current book, thinking about it, plotting in my mind and,…
Writing is hard; editing is worse.
So, hi guys? At least hi to whoever ends up reading this mess of a blog. Sometimes I don’t wanna tweet. Other (many) times I don’t feel like talking (especially with myself). But I always feel like writing. Do I always feel like writing my book(s)? Nope. Mostly, I’m in the mood for ranting, whining,…