I found this fragment of a post in the Argh Vault, a place that is now mostly Cherry Saturday bits scheduled to post on their various weekends. I started this in December of 2014, more than two years ago, but I know exactly why I started it: I’d been there. Continue reading
Some of you may remember the hack that brought down the website and the blog. Mollie scoured both the site and the blog clean and put them back up in their temporary minimalist state. The thing is, we both like the minimalist state, so at least until I have another novel coming out and we decide if we want to do another redesign, we’re sticking with clean and simple.
Which does not mean we’re not still working on it. Continue reading
One of the things I found most interesting about the Stuart-Rich-Crusie fixes for Lucifer was how we all immediately went to our own story corners. That is, Krissie zeroed in on the all-powerful hero and how caring about the heroine would bring him to his knees, Lani went for the balance of power in relationships and in the world, and I said, “You know what this guy needs? Community.” We have known each other and read each other’s books for years, but this one off-the-cuff conversation told me more than anything else about how our individual story-minds work.
I think that’s important for writers, to know that there are things we are always going to gravitate to, things that are essential to the Ur story that underlies every narrative we write. Continue reading
Welcome to Deep Thoughts Tuesdays. Well, deep-ish thoughts.
On a whim, I ordered a journal called The 52 Lists Project, the idea being that you make a list each week following whatever prompt the book gives you. The second list is “List your favorite characters from books, movies, etc.”
I’m having a hard time with that. Continue reading
This is a post from the Argh Draft Vault. It seemed appropriate for starting a new year.
I’ve been having a fraught time lately. I don’t think that’s correct usage, I think something needs to be “fraught with” something, but lately I’m fraught with everything, so I’m going with “I’m fraught.” I’ve been dealing with things by saying, “No, that is not my problem;” “No, I am not going to worry about anything that hasn’t happened yet;” “No, I am not going to feel guilty about an honest mistake;” “No, I am not going to make myself crazy about this.” Then I just shortened it all to “Nope.” As in:
The thing about another year rolling around is that everything’s a year older. In the span of the cosmos, this is nothing. For human beings, it’s a sobering reminder that time is running out. (If you think it’s bad being a human, try being a dog. Or a fruit fly.) So it’s not unusual for people to think, “I wish I’d done that, but it’s too late now.” No, it’s not. Jeez. Continue reading
I started out with eight pages of drafts. I now have five pages, and two of them are keepers. Stay tuned for Part Three: There’s A Draft in Here. 97 of Them. (But forty of those are already Rethink or Finish, so PROGRESS.)
I have to get out more. The problem is, I don’t want to. Continue reading
We wear the lilac on May 25 in honor of Sir Terry Pratchett, a victim of Alzheimers who refused to become a victim. The lilac comes from Pratchett’s Night Watch novel, but it has become a symbol for fighting the disease.
We wear a towel on May 25 because Douglass Adams told us to in the Hitchhiker’s Guide. It’s the most massively useful thing an interstellar space traveller can have, plus it creates a great impression, hence the expression “That guy really knows where his towel is.”
We wear the poppy on memorial day because of Flanders Fields and because people who don’t remember the devastation of war are compelled to repeat it. We need a LOT MORE POPPIES in the world.
Have a wonderful lilac towel and poppy day.