“Creak”
Invisible hands
knock on my house, reminding
how old its walls are.
Steve D
Invisible hands
knock on my house, reminding
how old its walls are.
Steve D
Do you remember being on long road trips as a kid? If you were like me, you probably didn’t sleep much in cars, so you’d stare out the window for hours on end, letting your mind wander.
And every now and then, you’d look at the clock and try to estimate how much longer you had to entertain yourself in the back row of a minivan. You’d be so anxious just to get there that by the time you actually arrived at your destination, brought your bags full of toys inside, and sat down to rest, you just… didn’t know what to do with yourself.
That’s kind of where I’m at right now. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: Anxious to Get… Somewhere!”
Manuscript: Charlie is done. At least, it’s as done as it can be right now.
205,000 words, which is actually shorter than I thought it would turn out. Continue reading “On to the Business of Publishing”
The suburban road
a wind tunnel — doors waving
as you pass through town.
Steve D
Aaaannnddd the third draft of The Warden of Everfeld: Memento is…..
Not quite complete. Surprise! Good things are on the way, however. Continue reading “Friday Write Day: Finishing Touches”
Sometimes, being more
productive means doing the
bare minimum.
“Beg”
At my feet you wait,
ever hopeful a morsel
will fall down to you.
Steve D
Apologies for the delayed posting. As I mentioned last week, I was out of town for a work conference for three days this week.
I had a great time and enjoyed meeting a lot of my colleagues, but it was a bit of a whirlwind week. Continue reading “Friday Write-Day: What a Week”
That’s right, I said it. My semi-pantser model of writing the early drafts of WoEM has become a bit of an annoyance. I think I have been converted to a planner.
Now that I’m well into of my revisions — in the final third of my story — my somewhat free-wheeling outline style has come back to bite me.
Luckily, I found a somewhat easy way to fix it… and avoid it in the future. Continue reading “How Pantsing Makes Revising Harder than It Needs to Be”
Once in a time span,
we connect in love, laughter,
a cascade friendship.
It’s sort of romantic the way old friends can connect with each other. Even after a decade or more, I still manage to find little sparks of humor and love with people I do not always see or interact with regularly. There’s a certain comfort in that, but also a sad longing. I think both of those feelings contribute to a more content life.
Steve D