He sat at his computer and blinked at the words on the screen. Dry eyelids felt like paper rubbing on his pupils. His neck muscles were ready to call it a night and let his head droop forward. The vivid descriptions and engaging dialogue made no difference—the chapter was off. Something about it just didn’t fit. He was stuck, floating in his own mind.
Some days suck. You don’t want to leave the warmth and coziness of your bed. You drag yourself into the shower. You find yourself checking Facebook or Twitter rather than getting ready for the day. All this due to the dread looming in your mind because of that big something you ought to work on. Continue reading “Motivation”
That was fast. Seven days of editing zipped by. In that time, seven chapters have been bloodied (with a red pen), tweaked, reorganized, and rewritten while working late-ish at night, during lunch breaks, and over some parsed-out time on the weekend. I shall treat myself to donuts. Or ice cream.
Continue reading “Seven Down”
Holy crap, I won something! It was a random drawing, so the only effort I put forth was responding to a tweet request with my book title. But hey, a win is a win and I gladly accept. Continue reading “#winning”
I’ve done it. The initial draft of my first manuscript is complete. All done. My work-in-progress novel, The Mousetrap Killer, is now a thing. Break out the cake and ice cream. And a bed. Continue reading “Well, Here We Go”