It’s Not Done Yet

It took eight days. Eighteen hours, fifteen minutes of writing time. It’s just over 42,000 words long. But the rough draft is done. The rough draft of what? Well, we can get to that in about a year, maybe. But this is the important part: the act of raw creation is complete. Now comes theContinue reading “It’s Not Done Yet”

Less Waiting. More Reading.

I can’t write fast enough. First off, there are way too many good ideas for stories floating out there. I keep bumping into them. They ask, “Good sir, would you please commit me to paper so I may not fade into the formless aether?” And I must answer, “Alas, promising jumble of concepts and characters,Continue reading “Less Waiting. More Reading.”

Every Day… or Else!

Seven months. Seven novel rough drafts. Several revisions. I have been working my butt off. It was my goal to finish another novel revision before February arrived so I could tackle the next novel in the new month. And then this week my brain said, “NOPE!” I opened up the file. I looked at allContinue reading “Every Day… or Else!”

You’re Not Allowed to Celebrate

Depression doesn’t care that you have a new book coming out. It doesn’t care about the now-long list of publications you have or the plans you’ve got for 2022. It laughs when you say it’s time to get to work. Depression has its own goals. I’ve written before how depression doesn’t create art. And itContinue reading “You’re Not Allowed to Celebrate”