We’ve survived the first week of 2011, Lurkdom. *throws confetti and high fives all around* I’m slightly distractable today, not to mention that work has kicked my keister. That the 9-5 job has decided to do this on a Friday is awful because I can’t keep my head on those projects when it’s buzzing with these writing projects: Four For
Every Wednesday, YA Highway asks their readership a simple question to answer on your blog. Once you answer, you link your blog in the comments for other readers to hop on board. This is Road Trip Wednesday. Today’s question: If you went to high school with your characters, would you be friends? The short answer of “no” has nothing to
Editing is still happening and I’m in the final push towards the end. This means nothing to my late-in-life development of self-diagnosed ADD. Nor does this mean anything to all the shiny television I’m overdue to watch. This also means shit to my furry children who clamor for attention the instant there is a pen in hand. Fortunate for me,
I’m on my third manuscript free day. This isn’t because I’ve been such a kick-ass kid and deserve a break. Nope. It’s because after slowing to freight train status, I’ve hit a new scene that I don’t want to write. Not quite writer’s block, but definitely a mental block. Which got me thinking about scene blockage. How it manifests. Why
This dark sketchy picture represents the last complete draft of FALLING TO NORMAL, the young adult novel I’m shopping around. Or was until I got no hits from the queries sent in the last half of 2009, now I’m in revision-o-rama. I admit, I hate it. That is, the revision process. More specifically as it holds to this project. When