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I am of the general belief that revisions can wait until the book is done. Finish the rough draft, take a break, come back and rework the story accordingly. My reasoning for this is pretty straightforward: you don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve finished it. Though, yes, you can certainly revise as you go…
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It’s Tuesday again folks. And every Tuesday you will be subjected to regaled by the writing progress I have made over the last week. But! I insist that I not be the only one exposing myself sounding off. Let your comments reflect what kind of suffering butt-kicking you have done too!And there’s one big thing…
I have trouble keeping track of the various eye colors of my characters through one book. In my last completed draft of a book, I caught at least three variations of eye color of my main character’s eyes. Apparently I just couldn’t decide. So, as I read through Christie’s body of work, my main thought…
Everyone’s process is different. Everyone’s process switches up too. The original set-up for the CWC (one of my awesome writers’ groups) was based on a writers’ group somewhere up in New England. I’d read about this group in Writer’s Digest and it sounded just intense enough for me and my buddies. The idea was that…
As I’ve gone through August, buying school supplies and whatnot for the kids (and myself!) and after a couple recent-er posts from buddies Deb and Ali, I have figured out the real reason that we’re writers. You would think that it would have something to do with the fact that we were all big readers…
It’s that day: The day that I must pay up on bet conditions. Since Ali beat me (smoked me! creamed me! made me sit in the corner and cry for three days!) I must now take her to dinner with Deb. Here is also where I must tell you that Ali, while demonish, is no…
For those of you who may have missed the last couple posts, or may not have understood them, my friends Deb, Ali, fellow blogger B. Freret, and I are all in race to see who can get the most words written in two weeks. I’m not going to talk about our word count now. Right…
So, Shane and I (and Matt) have just moved my desk in anticipation of the word race that will commence on Monday. Now it’s in a cubical style layout with Shane’s desk downstairs. Hopefully this means that I won’t wake anyone up while working late/early hours. You know…those hours where I’ll be writing so many…
Stomp Ali and Deb! We’re going to officially start next Monday. As there are more takers this go-round, the consequences of failure increase exponentially. Because not only to you not want to lose–but you don’t want to be last. And there’s a difference. If you’re last that means two people came out ahead of you…
The other night, on the evilness that is Facebook, I wound up chatting with a friend that I haven’t seen in months. (I’m pretty sure the chatting was cutting into his writing time, but he didn’t complain.) Adam exudes the impression that he writes pretty consistantly and doesn’t whine about not finishing something on time…
Other Worlds, and This 