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Myrtle the Evil Muse has decided she's had enough. She's informed me I am no longer being a good writer and doing as she says. She's fed up with me looking at things like sales trends, genre and sub-genre rankings and the like. Oh, then there's her absolute disgust with me for even considering ending... Continue Reading →
Well, today got off to an "auspicious" start. First there was waking at 0300 with a fully realized scene from something that IS NOT the current WIP. If I'm lucky, I'll be able to write the scene quickly and then get back to Ashes. After making a couple of notes on my phone, I rolled... Continue Reading →
Then end, of the year at least, is near. We're entering the final days before the Christmas holiday season is fully upon us. The last two weeks of December are often filled with holiday parties and closed offices. Trying to accomplish much of anything productive is often difficult as we're distracted by family and friends,... Continue Reading →
So I have a problem. On one hand, I want to write, and am delighted when the muse awakens and sends tendrils of stories out into my head so I can write them down. On the other hand, when those tendrils become tentacles of the kraken and threaten to take over my brain... that’s a... Continue Reading →
I’m not doing NaNoWriMo this year, not really. Instead, I’m trying to refocus on writing and remake daily habits around writing. It’s a good thing I’m not doing NaNo, because yesterday I was nibbled to death by ducks. I actually like ducks. Both in real life, and the end result of my fate yesterday, which... Continue Reading →
Or as normal as any writer's life ever gets. As you know, the last few months have been odd, to say the least, for the Green household. Mom's shoulder injury and subsequent shoulder replacement has turned many things upside down. It drove home the point of just how lucky we have been she's as healthy... Continue Reading →
Cedar's disclaimer: I am not a poet. This is strictly for fun, and should not be considered a serious attempt at poesy. Disclaimer the second: I blame the Evil Muse for this. Twas the day before Christmas, and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse. I sat at... Continue Reading →
Last week, I blogged about listening to your muse. Of course, I have a feeling most of you don't have a muse that is as loud, annoying and evil as mine happens to be. Mine wouldn't know now to be retiring and quiet if both our lives depended on it. Because of that, I don't... Continue Reading →
And that means my brain has as well. I blame Sarah. Of course, I always blame Sarah when this sort of thing happens because it is always her fault. You see, it first started when RWA was in San Francisco. She dared me to write something unlike anything I'd ever written before. That one book... Continue Reading →
When I wrote last week's post, I knew I was fighting something. I figured it was just allergies. They've been especially bad this year. Besides, I had work to do. A book to finish and editing job I'm almost finished with. I didn't have time to baby myself with a day or two off. What... Continue Reading →
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