and it’s only Tuesday!
Monday I joined a new critique group. I have no intention of leaving Critique Circle, but I found a real life group that gets together every other week. Even cooler, they are (almost) all SF/F writers, so I fit right in. Er, well… Fit in as well as can be expected for me, anyway.
Continue reading A busy week
My oldest daughter just handed me $50 and told me that I had to go to Dragon*Con with her. How can I possibly argue with that?
Yes, I am still alive. The conversion from third person to first person is still ongoing, and I find that it is much easier to get into my POV character when writing in first person.
Actually, that’s a lie. It isn’t easier. It’s still hard to do and a pain in the butt. But first person forces me to not ignore it and not take shortcuts. I can’t blow past something with a convenient piece of telling.
Continue reading Still Writing…
I finally posted my first chapter on critique circle again. It is a fabulous online story critiquing community that has helped me improve my writing in ways I cannot even describe. Y’all know who you are.
To celebrate, I am posting the first scene, just under 500 words, after the break. If you want to read more, watch for it in the public queue on critique circle. I pushed it back in the queue, and it will be up starting August 31st!
Continue reading Chapter 1, Draft 5
I’m sure everyone can figure out where this came from. Nonetheless, it dumped itself out of my fingertips, so here it is. It’s weird. I can almost hear these two if I close my eyes and listen…
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I wanted my gum, dammit.
“Suze. Where’d you put that pack of gum?” I jammed a finger in the cubby hole under the ash tray in the dash, probing for a stick of artificial cinnamon flavor.
“Watch where you’re going,” she nagged. She kicked at the debris around her feet. “It’s here somewhere.”
“Well then find it. Dammit, I told you to clean out your car before we left.” I leaned over, a glimpse of red wrapping peered through the empty coke bottles and McBurger wrappers on the floor. “There. What’s that by your —”
“David,” she screamed. “Look out!”
I jerked my head up. Headlights in my lane. I yanked the wheel. Both feet stomped the brakes. Metal screamed and glass shattered. My steering wheel exploded.
Continue reading The Wreck