Category Archives: Writing itself

Acknowledge Mints

I’ve been noticing lately that acknowledgments are popping up in novels. Huh? Aren’t novels fiction? What’s the deal? Acknowledgments in non-fiction, sure. All the time. Downright required because of all the research that goes into a non-fiction book. Simply can’t … Continue reading

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Done. I mean, really done. Sort of.

Col’m, I mean. Again. But, really, this time, I mean it, it’s done. Well… I still have to run the macros to find words and phrases that I use to the point of annoyance, like “just.” I just use the … Continue reading

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The Next Three

Books, that is. The next trilogy, that is. I’m working on it because Col’m, the last of the Partholon trilogy,   is done…well, I need to do one more rewrite before I submit it to my editor, Genghis Jane because, … Continue reading

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Done

Col’m, that is. It comes in at 98,500 or so words. Mind you, that’s the first draft; I’m sure the word count will alter as I go through subsequent drafts. The story, though, should survive because it ended up where … Continue reading

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Lose 5 Pounds!

…on the too-sick-to-eat-anything diet. Man. There I was minding my own business, when this virus walked up and sledgehammered me. Left me feeling like this: I couldn’t make it to Ravencon last weekend because of it. I couldn’t make it … Continue reading

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It. Is. Finished. Part Deux.

I said The Ship Finding God was done. It is. Or, was. And now is. For reals. I did the first set of edits, then sent the draft off to Angela Souders, who is a ghost hunter and author and … Continue reading

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It. Is. Finished.

The Ship Finding God, that is. At 83,000 words, and some change. Of course, that’s just the first draft, which is far from an actual finish. The wood has to be sanded and treated and then several coats of varnish … Continue reading

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Pitchforks and torches

I’m just a bit shy of 70,000 words for The Ship Finding God, and I’m expecting this: or this: which, yes, I know, no one expects. That’s because I am addressing creation and existence in a manner that, well, doesn’t … Continue reading

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High. Ate. Us.

Not really. More like Dis. Tracted. From The Ship Finding God. My editor at Rebel E Publishers, affectionately known as Jayne the Impaler, is in the midst of whipping Tu’an into shape. We had quite the lively discussion about the Britanization of … Continue reading

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Stalking Alastair Reynolds

I have been an Alastair Reynolds fan ever since I picked up Revelation Space and got my mind blown. Man, you gotta read the series. Just gotta. So when I heard that he was the Guest of Honor at CapClave … Continue reading

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