England is a very long ways away from you when you live in Seattle. I’m used to being in different timezones for everything of any importance. My online school was based in New Hampshire, as was my literary agency, so I’m used to being three hours behind the curve. England is eight hours away though,… Continue reading Time Differences
The silver lining to every soggy cloud that’s been hanging over me lately: I’m publishing a short story. It’s still nice, after all this time, to be recognized for these little works. It takes a lot to send them out against the reliable onslaught of rejection letters. The story is called Last Man Waking and… Continue reading Last Man Waking
I got together with an old friend last night, which is universally acknowledged as one of the best ways to spend an evening. We walked downtown and halfway to Bothell, running all over our small hometown to the library, the grocery, and the dollar store, because hey, why not? I found an ancient hardback copy… Continue reading Moonlight Rendevouz With the Gal Pal of my Dreams
I’d actually never spent a New Years Eve away from my family. No matter what happened during the course of the year, I was always home for the holidays, and never went to friends’ parties. To be totally honest, I was never invited to friends’ parties, but that’s another story. For a few years, we… Continue reading The World’s Tiniest New Year Party
Alright, troops, I say to myself, We haven’t lost this yet. As I announced in my blog post yesterday, I just terminated my contract with my literary agency and canceled the publication of The Crystalline Princess. It’s been a long, hard ride. My friends tell me I should take a break, relax a little, and… Continue reading The Battle Plan for the New Year
…it’s nice to have one, but only if you have the right one. What took me the duration of my teenage years to figure out about personal relationships, I realized in the course of a year with my professional relationships. I just terminated my contract. Yesterday morning I was on track to publish an ebook… Continue reading Literary Agents are like Boyfriends
There is nothing like sitting down in Starbucks with a hot cup of tea and a manuscript. I love my itty bitty notebook, Pinkie. I get compliments on it all the time, but really, I just like having a netbook that fits in my purse.
It always surprises me how limited my visual imagination is. Lots of painters like to paint from life, but I feel like it’s a little unusual to announce that I like to write from life. Most of my story ideas come from looking at visual art. I see characters in unexplained action, painted into motion… Continue reading Settings and Characters and Plots, oh my!
HE’S EVEN GOT BOOKS STACKED ON THE CHAIR. I want. I want with a burning, passionate, delirious desire. Right now, I’ve only got about 20 feet of books…so maybe I could possibly fill up half of one of his rows. Plus I haven’t even read all of mine. Neil Gaiman is so well-read it’s baffling.… Continue reading Neil Gaiman’s Personal Library.
True to my extremovert self, I hosted the most wonderful/stressful murder mystery party last weekend. I’d been working on this plot for months, and after 11,000 words of character descriptions and plot point instructions, it finally all came together. A dozen different old friends showed up on my doorstep pretending to be MY imaginary people.… Continue reading A Murder Mystery Party!
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