This is good. 2020 ended, and most importantly, the pandemic’s end is in sight. According to my country’s vaccination programme, I can get my shot from April onwards. Half of me is relieved and thinking of a summer traveling, because you’d better be sure I’m gonna travel as much as I can as soon as…
Tag: Editing
Back, baby
I have no clue why I haven’t blogged lately. Maybe it’s the pandemic. What else is there to talk about except crazy politics, pandemic, vaccines, social distancing, pandemic, pandemic, meh? IDK, guys, this year just feels like wasted time. Many friends of mine went on vacation during the summer, but I wasn’t bold enough to…
Of beta readers and beta-reading
I remember back in, I don’t know, late 2017? Early 2018? when I used to think beta readers would: Slow down my writing process. Destroy my heart and soul with negative criticism. Steal my book ideas. Up to that point, only my husband had read my WIP. He liked it, but I couldn’t trust his…
When we can’t write
I remember thinking that writing was my escape from many things (including but not limited to): Corporate life Bad weather Sadness Stress My many mood swings Etceteras I can’t recall right now I also remember thinking that I could write through a bad mood no matter what. Now I know that such an idea/belief is…
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…
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,…