Gentlemen and ladies, start your engines…

Once again, I'm trying my hand at the #NYCMidnight Flash Fiction Contest. It's a bit insane, given that I have officially "given up writing" (see previous blog entry), but there's something oddly compelling about a contest with a very short deadline, given parameters, and a small word count, even for we procrastinator types. See, in…

How do you know when it’s ready?

I'm delighted to report my wonderful, smart, and confident niece has written and self-published her first book and is now marketing it to bookstores in her area, as well as on Amazon. It's called "Crescent" and I'll link to it here. When I first heard about this, though, I was startled to find in my…

Taking flight…

I've been working on a little story for a while now. It originally was a story from the fantastical 3DayNovel contest - dashed off in a pile of sweat and handwriting over three days, painstakingly typed into my computer over the next day or two. I was thrilled that it survived the competition, made it to the…

So, how do you DO a good murder (story) these days, anyway?

I remember once having a lengthy and somewhat gruesome chat about how you would dispose of a body in these recycling focused days. Would you drop it by the medical school? Dissect it and put the hip joints and such in either the plastic or metal recycling containers? Take the head and the mercury fillings…

Happy happy joy joy

Okay, I'm officially going to be insufferable for a moment. Writing and I have a difficult relationship. Sometimes we get along just fine, other times we struggle together. Sometimes I pause for entire hours wondering if that should be "writing and me". But every once and awhile I get a brief jolt of joy. Today…

“We don’t need more writers! We need more readers!”

Somewhere back in Nanowrimo land, I read a commentary about the piles of dreck being produced through the month. The quote above comes from that commentary, but I can't find the reference this morning, peering as I am through the slits of eyes produced by profound weeping as I realize another dream is lost, down…

Writing and waiting, writing and waiting

Writers know about time passages. There's the percolation time as stories germinate in the mind, root around for a bit, finally reach their little tendrils into the light. Then there's the expanding/contracting time of writing the story - magical as it whisks by when the writing goes well, dragging on when the ideas don't flow…

November 30, the end of Nanowrimo 2011

“Write a little every day, without hope, without despair.”  ― Isak Dinesen  When I started out this month, my aims were  small. Well, small-ish. I wanted to follow Dinesen's advice, and work my way through a variety of writing projects, submit to a bunch of contests, finish my novel. I've done most, and have hopes…

How I love writing contests!

I've entered a few writing contests over the years ("a few?" my inner self snorts "Too many!") and I keep losing them and/or placing just short of the money, most probably due to my appalling punctuation habits and unfortunate use of the word, snorts, which is really only proper in dragon stories or those involving…

Hugh Laurie and how I wish I were a polymath…

Hugh Laurie has just released an album of American Blues, called "Let Them Talk". I am madly driving around in my car with it on my CD player just so I can listen to it and drive. Blues are great driving music. Heck, they are just great music, especially when you are listening to a…