Hey, hey, hey, guys! I’m feeling obnoxiously hyper today, all positive for whatever reason. Maybe it’s because after months struggling to get much done, I got my groove back, and I’m PRODUCING big time. FINALLY, and against the odds (read: my own procrastination and laziness), I managed to finish editing my sci-fi book (for the…
Tag: fiction
2020
As probably 90% of Earth’s population, I was slightly panicking about the impending beginning of a new decade, thinking I’ve done nothing with my life so far, regretting imaginary and real decisions I respectively imagined and actually made; wondering, “what the fuck next?” The truth is, the past ten years were fruitful, interesting, invigorating, and…
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…
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,…
When we visit other worlds
In reality. And in books. I just returned from my first trip to the US. The biggest surprise was how different the culture is when you are there, in comparison with the image you might have from movies, music, and other cultural products. All in all, it was fun, exciting, slightly surprising, and revealing. I…
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…
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…
Of main characters
I call them “my girls.” And yes, the main characters of my two WIPs are female. Why? I’m a girl who likes writing about girls. Gi and Mila aren’t like me. Not completely. I actively avoid inserting myself in my stories and yet, when I read them, I notice little pieces, brushes of my thoughts…
Editing again
I haven’t posted much because of two reasons (maybe three): I spent three weeks on vacation. I’m back inside the depressing editing mines. Some important personal stuff involving a potential relocation I don’t really want to see happen, but it’s starting to look like a choice between the continent I love and the man I…
The loneliness of writing
I don’t think I can accurately explain what I mean when I talk about the loneliness of writing. It is linked to the fact that “nobody expects/needs/cares about the stories I write. It is all the same if I stop, isn’t it? Who cares (besides me)? Why do I do this?” I’m an ambitious person,…
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…
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…