Good morning everyone. It's Father's Day, one of my favorite days of the year. This Father's Day is the first without my own dad, who passed away back in September, and so it's bittersweet for me. Sometimes life feels long. Sometimes it feels like we'll miss it if we blink. The important thing about holidays like Father's Day is to remind us of the important things. So in honor of this special day I'm posting one of my favorite scenes from one of my all time favorite TV shows. You don't see TV dads like this anymore...
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Monday, June 15, 2015
First, let me thank everyone who wrote or posted over the past couple of weeks. My last blog post made quite an impression. I’m glad it did, because as I explained it took me a long time to finally sit down and write it, and I wasn’t sure what the reaction would be. The comments were all very supportive, and much appreciated.
So here’s an update on things—at this point, I’m very nearly done with the edits to The Bloody Chorus. I made a number of changes to the text, because despite taking forever to get the edits to me, many of them were actually very good and helpful.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Okay, this post is hard for me to write, which is why I didn’t write it a lot sooner. Some of you have emailed me lately, asking where I’ve been and if I’m okay. Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking. But I do have some crummy news to deliver.
This is the second version of this blog post I’ve written. The first one was a lot more detailed, but when I woke up this morning and thought about it I realized it was also extremely negative. In fact, I’ve been going over this post in my mind for months now, but just couldn’t bring myself to write it because I was too frustrated and angry.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
"The more I learn about writing, the harder it gets for me."
I didn't get a whole lot of response from the tweet (which explains why I don't spend a lot of time of twitter!), but I really meant it. I have lots of different projects to work on, and yet each book seems to take me longer and longer to write. I heard from a friend recently who told me she has to write more books per year to keep making a living. More books per year?
It has taken me the better part of a month to finish the short story I've been writing, and it's still not done. The draft is done, but not the rewrite. When I commented recently about how long it takes me to write a short story, someone replied that if you're really motivated (or something like that), you can write a short story in a day. I didn't know how to reply to that; I'm not sure that's a story I want to read.
I see a lot of writers working like dogs to make a living. I mean really cranking out books. I kind of admire them, but I don't want to crank out books. When I'm really frustrated I sometimes yell out something like, "I'm not making widgets here!" I don't want my office to be a factory.
See, there's so much to learn about writing. When I was younger I only understood this in a peripheral way. Kind of like when you're expecting a baby, and people tell you how much having a baby is going to change your life. You listen and nod and say, "oh yeah, I get it." But you don't, because having a baby kind of carpet-bombs your old life out of existence. And when you start to write, and you break that million word mark, you open up a whole new world of understanding--and then you see how very far you still have to go.