Sorry, guys, but I'm just not up to posting this morning. Real life has hit me for a loop this month, including the fact that I'm about to head out the door to let a doctor muck about in my knee -- again. Then there's the fact I have had no coffee. Eeeeep! Anyway, I'm... Continue Reading →
I wouldn’t be dead for quids!
Look I’ve been busy as a one handed paper-hanger in Woollamaloo, flat out like a lizard drinking. I mean all a cockie wants is a fair crack of the whip, but at this writing lark, yer get the rough end of a pineapple shoved up yer jacksey, and not a skerrick of a motza for... Continue Reading →
So, I’m Still Working on Through Fire
Which makes it hard to continue Elf Blood, because I haven't had a chance to edit. More about it here. Part of what is there is about the novella coming out in a collection from Wordfire Press. This is what I said at ATH: And Not To Yield, a novella (around 30k words, if I... Continue Reading →
Loose Ends
Life is all about uncertainties. Fiction, on the other hand, is required to make sense, or your readers throw things (like your book) at you. I was contemplating this as I was driving today, loose ends, and the raveling up of said threads, taking the untidy things and tucking them neatly into the tapestry of... Continue Reading →
Why Do You Write?
Al Grauniad doesn't only serve up steaming platters of complete filth, despite the taint of noted monger-of-same Damien "I can't be arsed to quote real people" Walter. I know, I know: I was stunned, too. But it's true, at least for a given value thereof (it's an excerpt from a forward of a larger work.... Continue Reading →
When Teh Stoopid and Teh Bad English Attacks
Something most of the better writers know about is the matter of having the correct word rather than one that's close but not quite there. Then there's what you see in the wilder parts of the Internets. Like, say, the vagina cookies reddit. No I am not joking. The thread starts here and while the... Continue Reading →
The Part of the First Part – Short story workshop installment (I’m almost sure) 12
So, you planned your story in advance. Or if you’re like me, you just sort of had it pour out of you, which is all fine and dandy except for the parts where it isn’t. Look, being a pantser is fine, and I’ve gone through period sof plotting and periods of pantsing and I’m the... Continue Reading →
Common sense needed
Over the last few days, several things have come up that have left me scratching my head and wondering why. Why do I write? Why do other people write? Why is common sense so lacking in our industry and in people in general? The first WHY I blogged about yesterday. One of the local school... Continue Reading →
Comfort food for the winter of the soul
I’m sure there are writers who walk through life is if it was their personal bowl of bloop-berries (no it’s not a typo, it’s a reference to a comfort-food book. Anyone recognize it?) I’ve never met one of these authors, but then I don’t know many people. And for some reason (maybe because for most... Continue Reading →
Breads, Circuses, and Separatists -by Chuck Gannon
*Having spent the entire week with flu, I had my er... bread saved by Chuck Gannon who offered to fill in this Sunday. We might host him at intermittent Sundays, when he sends us something. -SAH* Breads, Circuses, and Separatists - by Chuck Gannon The recent discussion and vote over Scottish independence has, according... Continue Reading →