My Least Favorite Question: “How is the writing going?”
Five years ago I was accosted by a girl in my head. She showed up uninvited, as if she’d been waiting for the opportunity to pounce. She told me her name,...
Tag: writing a novel
The things I wonder about at midnight
If I self-publish, does it mean I’m not good enough for traditional publishing? If I self-publish, does it mean I’m impatient? If I self-publish, do...
Oh Fifth Grade Math! Is it summer yet?
This was me yesterday trying to teach Jeremy how to find the area and circumference of a circle: (I love Rocket Raccoon.) We are three units away from being don...
A Game of Hope and Fear
I wish I could be one of those sorts who is endlessly positive, overflowing with optimism and possibility. Annoyingly so. Alas, that’s not me, not even cl...
So I had a long talk with myself.
The degree to which my brain is preoccupied with the novel is immeasurable. To say “all the time” is obviously an exaggeration, but for most of my w...
The Wall
I’ve hit it. I knew it was coming and today I ran smack into it with my eyes wide open. The Wall showed up at 49,975 words. My story is at its midpoint, s...