Visual Discovery Drafting

Krissie and Toni and I talked about the future and the Monday Street books last weekend, and that sent me back to the VooDooPad wiki we’d set up for the entire world of that series.  I hadn’t been back there for three years, so a lot of it was out of date, including the diagrams.  And since in my story, Cat lives in the church, I went back in and redid the church diagram I’d done to show Toni the layout since her Keely was going to be moving through the different levels, too.   And just like that, I was back in the story and I remembered how important those visuals are to me.

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Your Maintenance Announcement for 2017

If you were trying to get in here in the middle of the night on Sunday, you probably saw this:

That happened because bots from Russia and China were, in Mollie’s words, “eating up our resources.”  She’s on it and we have the blog back, but that was a little . . . disconcerting.  What did we ever do to Russia and China?  (I know, they’re just mugging bandwidths so they can re-elect Trump, but still, ARGH? Really?)

This has been your maintenance announcement for 2017.  

Avoiding Annoying Titles

So I wrote most of the Zo stories and called it Zo White and the Five Orphants.  Then Toni and I started on Monday Street about three years ago, and since Monday Street follows Zo, I thought maybe they should be place names, so I changed Zo to Paradise Park, which is the park across from the house they take over.   Only now we’ve got three books and the place names are not working, unless we do Monday Street: Catarina, Monday Street: Sophronia, and Monday Street: Keely.  Is that annoying?  If feels kind of annoying.

What’s your pet peeve about titles?  What should a title do?  Feedback, please.   We’re only going to be working on this for the next couple of years so . . . uh, no rush.


Cherry Saturday, Oct. 14, 2017

It’s Adopt-a-Shelter-Dog Month.

Oh, come on, you knew I’d go for this one.  Seriously, there are marvelous dogs (and cats) in shelters all over the world that just need love, food, exercise, and expensive vets. In return, a dog will give you an alarm system, a body guard,, a warm body to cuddle, and unconditional adoration.  Best deal in the world.  

Go to or your local shelter.  That’s where Milton, Veronica, Mona, and Lyle came from (Bernie and Lucy came from the pound, Rosie was a gift one of my classes got from the pound [Melissa Copher, I keep losing your e-mail address, but I’ll never forget you]), and through that website you can even search by breed and your area.  

Don’t do it for the dogs (although they deserve it), do it for you.  




This Is A Good Book Thursday: The ReReaders’ Edition

Have you ever re-read a book you loved and found it less?  Not the ones you loved when you were a kid and find wanting now that you’re an adult, a book you read for the first time lately and then went back for a reread.  I’m having that experience, and it’s weird.  It’s not as though I liked those books for the plots (although the plots were good), I liked the characters, too, but now I find my mind wandering and not finishing.  Yet I’ve returned to books I read twenty years ago and still found them compelling.

What makes one book re-readable and another one not?

Oh, and what did you read this week?


Big Book

This thing is huge.  I’ve got so many plots running here with so many people, it’s Game of Thrones with demons.  Actually, I’ve never seen Game of Thrones, I just know what I’ve read about it, so maybe Dickens is a better comparison.  The odd thing is, this time I know the major plot, it’s the details that are kicking my butt, which is the opposite of the usual progress.  Also I keep losing pieces that I’ve written and put somewhere.  

Writing books is hard, she whined.  

Anyway, it may be quieter than usual in here this week because I am writing and then on Tuesday getting a houseguest (YAY) so you’ll have to talk amongst yourselves.  Or whatever.  Good Book Thursday and Cherry Saturday will go up as usual, however.  Now I must go finish painting the floor in the guestroom.  One damn thing after another.  

So how’s by you?

Cherry Saturday, Oct. 7, 2017

Today is Random Acts of Poetry Day.

I think you’re supposed to write poetry on post-its and photos and leave it stickied or scattered around, but that seems to me to be self-serving littering.  Let’s face it, most people are not good poets.  I, for example, suck at poetry.  Love it, can’t write it.  But oh, do I love it.

Robert Frost was evidently a bastard to live with, but he wrote beautiful poetry.  Every place I’ve ever lived, I’ve painted or posted my favorite lines of his on a wall (it’s from “Two Tramps at Mudtime”):

Only where love and need are one,
And the work is play for mortal stakes,
Is the deed ever really done
For Heaven and the future’s sakes.

The whole poem is incredibly beautiful, but it’s those last lines that gave me my life philosophy on work: if I can’t be passionate about what I need to do, I need to do something I’m passionate about instead.   Yes, I know that’s impossible for most people, I’m just happy it’s worked out for me twice.  

So how are you going to commit random acts of poetry?  Posting some here is a non-littering method.  I’m going to try to figure out where in my practically wall-less off I can put those four lines (there are walls, there are just windows and doors in 90% of them).  Maybe on a Post-It . . .