Nitpicker

I’m beginning to see that knowing too much about the technical aspect of writing–the grammar and punctuation–has screwed much of my ability to read for pure pleasure.

I am a nitpicker, one of those annoying people who doesn’t enjoy a story’s forest for the grammar and punctuation trees. And it’s a bad habit I hope to wean myself from soon.

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The Deafening Silence Broken

So I have been wondering recently if I should just let go of writing altogether these past few weeks. Man and Brother had no response whatsoever (though Tigner had).

Then this week, a B&N review showed up, and today, a reader tweeted about Man and Brother.

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A Labor of Love: Writing Help From an Awesome Indie Author

It’s really no secret that I’m a fan of Adam Dreece‘s work. So, I’d like to offer anyone who slips through here this Valentine’s Day (or any other, to be frank) a gentle nudge to make Adam Dreece’s blog part of one’s writer’s arsenal (and his books part of one’s ebook or paperback library).

So, I’ve been griping about burnout, which is a bit more intense than basic writer’s block. It’s the equivalent of my muse telling me that we need to see other people for now before it moved out. But I definitely think that when my muse returns (albeit petulantly, I expect), I’ll be appeasing my muse with some of Adam’s advice from his most recent web journal entry: Getting Unstuck (for authors).

Happy Valentine’s Day to all and to your muses–present or on a break.

And as a long-distance dedication to my own muse, Lady Gaga’s Bad Romance–because my muse was perfectly happy to let me write over 30 of them in 10 years without burning out:

The Art of Traveling to Another World

Books--Good-vs-Great
Have I lost the ability to unlock my worlds and open them to readers?

Despite being tired today, I’ve realized that I’ve lost something profound which may play a part in the tepid reception of Man and Brother: I wasn’t transported fully into this book when I drafted it.

That . . . is not good news.

Not good news at all for the future of my noveling career.

Not good news for a person who spent her childhood traveling somewhere or another through the power of books.

Not good news at all.

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Oh, Reality . . . You’re a Bitch, Aren’t’cha?

Where to start. Ugh. Where to start, indeed.

Well, I have fluffed an idea which appears to be taking over for the previous intended book in the Cryptid Series. Its working title is The God Trip. It has potential, and I think I can use as a theme the Urban Dictionary definition. There’s one problem:

The fire to even get a manuscript started is gone.

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