Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Doesn’t it feel good to have Mercury direct? But boy, were there a lot of car accidents on the road yesterday!

So, the HP Deskjet isn’t working for me. It’s not a lemon or anything, I simply made the wrong printer choice. I’m trying to fix it, now that Mercury is direct and I won’t shoot myself in the foot by purchasing electronic equipment. I found another Canon that seems more in line with what I want – and prints more than double the pages per ink tank. And Canon actually answers my questions. I’ll still get my big Canon all-in-one fixed – but I’ll have the little one as a backup. It’s not a Baby Bubble, but it seems to be the next generation of that type of printer.

I tried HP; we’re not a good match. I’m glad I didn’t panic-convert everything to HP, or I’d be REALLY unhappy now, instead of simply resigned to figuring out another choice.

The fact that their customer service sucks also plays into it.

I had questions for Canon and they answered me within two hours, giving me information, walking me through things I didn’t know how to do to check system compatibility. Turns out their Pixma ip1800 IS the new version of my beloved Baby Bubble, so I’m ordering it today.

Staples refuses to let me return the HP, and HP can’t be bothered to answer any questions. So . . ..as soon as my Pixma is hooked up, I will offer my almost-new, in perfect working condition ink hog HP for sale at a discount. For someone who doesn’t print non-stop, it’s a great printer. For me – I’m changing ink tanks at least every other day, sometimes every day. It simply doesn’t make sense.

And, next week, I’m taking the Multi-pass in for repair.

Canon, I’m back, and I’m sorry I strayed! 🙂

Got one of the sets of notes back from a Trusted Reader on MEDUSA yesterday. Her notes are great. She caught my bad habits – overuse of certain words, etc. She was annoyed at the places I hoped she’d be annoyed – there are times when Justin is an annoying little shit, acting much younger than his chronological age; I wanted it to grate, and it does. There are also places where I need to adjust some of Gwen’s behaviour. The reader needs to know why she’s shutting him out, even if he doesn’t yet, and we don’t get enough into her head to know why. I don’t want to get into big interior monologues – most of it can be adjusted with a sentence or a gesture here and there. What’s also great is that there are places where I felt I wanted to take more time but couldn’t, and she wants more time there – so my instincts were correct, and I can go back and rework some scenes. In spite of the manuscript being over 400 pages, it only runs about 93K because it’s dialogue-heavy, which means I have a few thousand words to work with; and, as I go through it, I’m sure I’ll make some more internal cuts, especially in dialogue, to tighten the flow. She was pleasantly surprised by a surprise I had near the end – AND she didn’t catch the thing I was afraid would send up a red flag, but I want to get away with. And if SHE didn’t catch it, my first reader didn’t catch it, and if (there’s a big if) the other reader who’s still working on the book doesn’t catch it – I’m home free with it. It’s a detail that I really, really, really want to keep because to me, it sets up a character arc for the three books.

What mortified me was the amount of typos she caught. I really thought I’d gone over it with a fine-tooth comb and caught everything. Boy, was I wrong. And, she caught a few places where I made cuts and hadn’t smoothed out bridges. I went back and checked, and, in one place, it’s on the page I printed, but not in the saved document. Did I not hit “save” when I edited, but printed first?

I try to keep in a rhythm when I edit: Work on a hard copy in red; put the changes into the document; read it through and add/cut more; save; proof; save; print; check the word count; save the back-up; close; move on to the next chapter. Overly paranoid, but I’ve lost too much work not to be that cautious.

I’m excited to get back to it.

The notes and outline for BALTHAZAAR TREASURE are coming along very well, too. I’m excited to put the tweaks into MEDUSA this weekend and to revise the pages I’ve done so far on BALTHAZAAR. I’m starting to understand the dynamics of this kind of expedition, which are very different than the dynamics in MEDUSA and very different than the land-based dig in Scotland for SANDOVAL

Acupuncture was great, although getting to and from Long Island was a nightmare. In spite of the holiday, the traffic was worse than ever, and accidents all the way there and back. I guess, because it was 65 degrees F, everyone wanted to get out. It’s colder again today, and tomorrow we get snow.

Finally got to watch THEY CALL HIM SASQUATCH last night. Mixed feelings, and I see why it went straight to DVD. Most of the cast is great. It was wonderful to see Neal McDonough in a comedy, and doing something where he doesn’t get killed, his ass kicked, or mutilated. He was very funny, especially in the beginning. The early scene in the car is worth the whole movie, in my opinion. He nailed that scene – especially if you’ve worked in the business, he had so many nuances layered under the obvious – I nearly fell out of my chair, I was laughing so hard. Later in the movie, I would have given his character a slightly different track, but that’s me rewriting the movie. There’s some clever stuff, the cast, for the most part, is good, there’s good scene work, but the story line veers off from unusual cleverness into comedy sketch and then further into frat boy stupid humor, which is not my thing AT ALL. And the way the female characters were written were downright insulting. The wife character who believed she had a psychic connection to Bigfoot was good, mostly because the actress rose above the material, and the guy who played her husband had such a great rapport with her. The woman who played the teenaged daughter – she wasn’t given anything to do and there was no reason for her to be there. And the sex-starved bimbo – made me froth at the mouth. Every bad cliché you can imagine. Now, I worked on musical the year I lived in Seattle written by the woman who wrote ANGRY HOUSEWIVES. The number that brought down the house every night was “Bigfoot’s Love Slave” which was a CLEVER, NON-CLICHED treatment of a similar idea as presented in this movie. The male characters were all allowed to turn their clichés inside out; the female characters (except for the wife, who refused to be boxed) were trapped in them. And that pissed me off. It’s one of those things were you go, “Yeah, written by a man (or men) with no understanding of how women are wired and couldn’t care less to find out.”

It looks like it was a fun set on which to work, but the result . . .yeah, straight to video. I laughed at some parts of it, but, again, a movie that could be good and misses is more frustrating than one that’s just awful. And this could have been really good and really clever and really broken ground with a little more humanity in the script instead of solely relying on the actors to bring it to the table. The production design was terrific – the details were just astonishing, especially since I suspect the budget was pretty tight. And I felt there were quite a few misplaced sound effects that worked against the film instead of shoring it up. You know you’re in trouble when you start noticing the sound effects. There were also logic and continuity lapses that bugged me, mostly with characters in the background of a first part of a scene and then not in the rest – it could have been the logistics of scheduling – but I kept going, “He was in the last shot; why isn’t he here? They didn’t walk anywhere, yet suddenly they’re away from everyone else” – stuff like that.

That’s the problem — when you’ve stood on a set and had to watch for continuity errors, someone else’s scream out! It’s like editing – it’s easier to spot someone else’s mistakes than your own.

Still, I’m glad I saw it, and I thank whoever sent it to me.

I’m off to pack the laundry bag. My hamper’s exploding, and I’m going to pack some work and do laundry all day at my friend’s house.

But first – I’m going to order my new printer!


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5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.

Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
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Sunday, February 10, 2008

Sunday, February 10, 2008
Waxing Moon
Saturn Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Stormy and cold

Around 8:30 last night, I completed the next draft of Tracking Medusa, which came in at 93,134 words. Whew!

Brandy, to answer your question: You cannot make a major purchase at all during Mercury Retrograde. If you buy a car, a washing machine, computer, house, whatever, you’ll start having trouble with it as soon as Mercury goes direct. So wait until the day AFTER it goes direct – February 19. Trust me, it’s cheaper in the long run.

The building scumbags proved yet again how untrustworthy they are. Time to file more paperwork.

I’m working today – out of the house by 10 AM, back home at midnight. So this is a short post, and I lose yet another writing day.

As I went through this draft yesterday, I caught yet another lapse of logic. Thought about it in the shower and fixed it.

Hey, I’m a Pisces. I do MANY things in the shower. 😉

I love Tracking Medusa, but I’m so sick of it, I can’t look at it anymore. Off it goes!!!

Oh, got an interesting package in the mail. No return address; LA postmark. I open it. There’s a DVD with a note: “You’ve had a rough week; this might make you laugh”.
No signature. The DVD is for a comedy of which I’ve never heard, called They Call Him Sasquatch. I could use a good laugh. And Neal McDonough’s in it; I like his work. So, whoever you are, Anonymous Gifter, thank you very much. I hope to watch it in the next few days.


Tracking Medusa – 93,134 words (100%)

Devon’s Bookstore:

5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.

Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

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Sunday, January 13, 2008

Sunday, January 13, 2008
Waxing Moon
Mars Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Sunny and cold

Yesterday was an intense day. I spent most of it at the Museum of Archaeology and Anthropology. What an amazing place! I got plenty of detailed research done for all three of the Gwen/Justin books, and found details to incorporate into the revisions of TRACKING MEDUSA, so that when I deviate from established myths/stories/history, it’s grounded firmly enough in fact so the imaginative aspects can fly.

The Egyptian exhibits were astonishing, as were those from Japan, China, etc. The Qiin dragons were my favorite, and I learned how to distinguish between the male and the female. The energy around the unwrapped mummies was particularlly intense — you can see how all the legends rose up around the findings in the tombs.

They also have an excellent Mesoamerican exhibit, which merely strengthened my belief that, in NATIONAL TREASURE 2, it was NOT Olmec used on those plaques. The Olmec glyphs I studied here are quite different in style, shape, and content. It’s more likely they used Mayan glyphs and figured nobody would notice or care. Wrong! I think it would have made more sense to create a fictional culture, toss in a line saying it was a little-known society between Olmec and Mayan, and then let their imaginations fly free, instead of calling it something that actually exists, but not bothering to do the research.

I took lots and lots of notes and nearly a hundred photographs, mostly for my own research. Well, all of them have to be for my own research — I was only given permission to photograph if I promised not to publish them, and that includes on the blog. Sorry.

Finished the last few chapters of the read-through of TRACKING MEDUSA. I’ve written about 20-30 new pages of material in the past few days, and fixed quite a few lapses of logic and streamlined that story of what they’re actually tracking so it makes sense. I’m having some mathematical difficulties, since I’m mathematically challenged, but when I get home, I’ll sit down with a calendar of the early 20th century and a calculator and figure out if I’m dealing with two generations or three. I still have about another 30 pages of new material, and then I can start the actual line edits. I’ve done a bit of it, but I need to focus on the language as much as the structure, once I’ve smoothed out structural problems.

Also, several other stories are perocolating. HORSEMEN RIDING, the apocalypse story, is pulling at me, but when I try to write it, it’s not formed enough yet for me to do so. I’m still at the pacing and muttering stage with it.

I tried to watch TIMELINE yesterday, which came highly recommended. Spoilers ahead, so skip down a bit if you don’t want it spoiled for you, although it’s old enough now that you might not care. It was a decent movie that just missed being great, and that made it more frustrating than it if was just bad. Based on a Crichton novel, directed by Richard Donner, with a kick-ass cast including Gerard Butler, Billy Connolly, Anna Friel, Neal McDonough, David Thewlis, and it had some beautiful visuals. But again, there were holes in plot and character that annoyed me. I’m not sure how much of that was due to script problems, or choices made in the editing room which just didn’t work. Some of it may have been my fault — I was pacing and muttering and trying to sort out HORSEMEN RIDING with this on in the background. Thewlis was underutilized. Connolly was game, but again, his role was underwritten. Butler was given the best and most interesting arc. Once McDonough’s character was killed, the piece couldn’t hold me, and I only paid attention to the last fifteen minutes. I was annoyed because of his character’s inconsistency — the duplicity was not developed in a believable way. At the start, he was the go-to, take charge guy, which makes sense if he’d been there before and concealed it. But by the time of his death scene, when the script had him beg and plead for his life in a way that didn’t make sense with the way his character arced to that point — I was angry at the script. One of the pleasures of McDonough’s work is that he makes it look easy, but when you break down the performance, there are layers. There’s a lot going on, but without visible pyrotechnics. The actors who work so hard so their performances scream, “Look at how hard I’m working!” — those are the ones to watch out for and not trust. They can be a flash in the pan in the right role, but can rarely sustain a varied career. There were a couple of those in this movie. The ones you don’t see sweat, like McDonough — those are the ones with the widest range, usually. They also tend to be the most fun to work with. Butler was good, and given the best material. It had the feeling of something that started as an ensemble piece but was rewritten on set due to certain charismatic qualities of certain actors. And that can really bite one in the butt, because it becomes unbalanced. The two actors who, I think, were initially considered the leads were underwritten, although they tried to overcome the odds. Oh, and maybe I missed it, but why did Billy Connolly’s son sound like a California surfer dude? Now I’m curious to look at the novel and see how that’s balanced.

Started work on the material for Confidential Job #1, which is much more complicated than I expected, and it’s due tomorrow, so I better get my act together.

I worked on THE BALTHAZAAR TREASURE this morning, and got some done on the next story with the HEX BREAKER characters. It’s as yet untitled, although, for working purposes, it’s currently called WYATT because it’s through Wyatt’s point of view.

Better finish packing and do what I’m paid to do here. I’m on the demon bus from hell back to NY this afternoon, trying to outrun the storm which is supposed to dump 5-7 inches of snow tonight.

Wish me luck!


THE BALTHAZAAR TREASURE — 2,356 words out of est. 90,000

WYATT — 1,157 words out of est. 20,000

Monday, January 7, 2008

Monday, January 7, 2008
Dark of the Moon
Mars Retrograde
Saturn Retrograde
Cloudy and mild

I have to repack for Philly – it’ll be much warmer than expected, and I have a bag full of cashmere that will turn out to be a bag full of sweaty cashmere if I don’t pack appropriately.

Regarding the dreams/twelve days of Christmas – that’s something that’s been passed down in my family for decades. Most of my family and friends in Continental Europe also grew up with it. I have no idea where it originates.

Also, remember, with dreams, it’s not always literal. You have the symbolic and emotional wrapped up in there, too, even when it seems like a linear, possible dream. You’re dealing with fears, emotions, and familiar objects substituting for something else. So you have to untangle the dream like a bag of discarded yarn to find out what it actually means. You have to find your own, personal, internal “dictionary” for your dreams, because everyone’s is slightly different.

Yesterday morning was all about Hex Breaker. I did another draft, some polishing, and caught a few logic lapses that I probably could have gotten away with, but I feel better for straightening them out. I also spent too much time puttering online (naughty Devon!), visited a friend who’s sick, found out the super in the building quit and is moving his family back to Ireland in two weeks (which means the new owners will put in someone to harass the tenants), took down the Christmas/Yule/holiday decorations, and came up with ideas for some new stories. I think they’re short stories, but I’m not sure.

One has to do with the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which is something that’s always fascinated me. Now, there’s a movie coming out about it either this year or next year called Horsemen and there’s no way I could top Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett’s magnificent Good Omens, AND a friend and I wrote a piece called “Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse” for Moon Tribe Tales, which was also later published in Wild Child where Peace and her cohorts defeated War, Famine, Pestilence, and whomever is the fourth – Poverty? I have to look it up. I’ve got a mind like a sieve this morning.

Anyway, the topic fascinates me, especially in light of current world politics, where it feels like the Four Horsemen are up and riding, so it’s something I want to play with. We’ll see.

I also got into an argument with one of the men in my life about, of all the stupid things, horror movies. I like a good psychological thriller; I don’t like slasher films. Life is scary enough, I have enough to deal with, and goodness knows, living on the Deuce for 13 years, I saw enough ugly crap to last several lifetimes. I don’t find cruelty entertaining. He does. Fine. Go watch them without me. Only he wants my company to watch them. And I won’t. He’s been doing research, figuring if he picked movies with actors I like, I’d agree to watch them.

Obviously, he doesn’t know me very well.

The specific movies about which we argued are I Know Who Killed Me and The Hitcher. He picked those because Neal McDonough is in both and Sean Bean is in the latter. Now, I’m all for actors working as much as possible in as wide range of roles as possible. I did some research on both films, and I’m not going to watch them. In addition to the gore quotient, I don’t particularly want to watch an actor whose work I enjoy (McDonough) get butchered on film. Twice. Even if there’s good work leading up to it. And I don’t particularly want to watch Sean Bean (who I think is a wonderful actor) butchering people and then getting slaughtered himself in the end. I’m glad they did the work – those films are fun to work on because of all the different elements. But I am not going to watch them. I had to laugh – there’s an interview with the chick from The Hitcher, where she talks about how her character’s not your typical girl-in-distress in a horror film. Right. That’s why they put you in a tank top and short shorts for the whole movie. Give me a break! Wardrobe choice is short-hand. It gives the audience a lot of information about character.

So then, the guy starts arguing that if I was friends with these guys (McDonough and Bean), I’d watch the movies. Again, he doesn’t know me very well. If I was friends with them, or even if we were simply congenial colleagues, I’d be honest with them about why I wouldn’t watch the films. And, if we were actually friends, it would be fine all the way around. AND, if we were friends or colleagues, they’d know that little quirk I have that if their character dies in the movie, I have to know BEFORE I go to see it. I don’t like watching people I know do death scenes, even when they’re wonderfully done. In spite of the years I’ve spent in the business. That’s one of my many eccentricities. And my FRIENDS accept that about me. And honor it. (I had one Well Known Actor who knew this peculiarity of mine and thought it would be funny not to tell me he had an ugly death scene – I didn’t speak to him for six months. We’ve long since made up, but he’s not likely to make THAT mistake again)!

The whole darned thing was a bunch of wasted energy, if you ask me. Energy I really need to point towards other things. I’m sure all of you are reading the writing on the wall here. We’re again getting into boundary and control issues. And with Mars Retrograde right now (and the only fire in my chart is my Aries – Mars – is in Venus) and Saturn Retrograde, the planet of life lessons – it makes sense that this would come up NOW.

This morning, I’m back to work on the Hex Breaker synopsis, the final three articles, and a pitch for an anthology. And I have acupuncture in the afternoon, which will set everything to rights.

Have a great start to the week. I don’t know how often I’ll be on line, with the Philly gigs, but please make sure to stop by A Biblio Paradise on January 9 for a review of Hazel Stratham’s Regency romance, My Dearest Friend, and then again on January 10, for an interview with her.

And thanks so much to Colin’s wife, Gail, for sorting out the SD card problem. Do you know what Canon’s response was? “I don’t know.” That’s unacceptable. That’s two unacceptable responses to customer service questions in a week. I think they’re about to lose someone who’s been a loyal customer for over 20 years.


Monday, December 10, 2007

Monday, December 10, 2007
Waxing Moon
Mars Retrograde

I have some catching up to do, don’t I?

Saturday was a lot of fun. The trip to PA was smooth going, not too much traffic, decent weather. We easily found our friends’ new house, out in Berks County. It’s gorgeous! It’s taken them almost a year to renovate it, but they did a spectacular job. And their cat loves it.

We had a lovely lunch, and then all four of us backtracked to Bethlehem, where they had a Christmas market set up. Well, first of all, one has to pay admission, which I think is ridiculous. It’s not like they let the vendors to set up for free, and if I didn’t have to shell out bucks to come in, I’d have more to spend at the fair! The vendor prices were pretty high, too – I mean, I love the genuine German nutcrackers, but to charge $45 for one that’s three inches high and $429 for one that’s eight inches high is simply out of my budget, no matter how well-crafted it is.

I did meet a woman who makes natural soaps, and, after the holidays, I’ll get in touch and she’ll let me special order the rosemary soap I love so much. I bought several of her other soaps and really like them.

Getting out of Bethlehem is always a nightmare – poorly marked and you go round and round and can’t get out. But we eventually did and got home a little after 8 at night. The cats were mad that we smelled like another cat!

Sunday was icy and cold; did some grocery shopping, read the paper. Wrote my articles; will do another pass on them this morning before sending them out.

Came up with yet another story idea, which I need to notate, but won’t work on for awhile. Too many other ideas that need attention first.

I watched the re-broadcast of Tin Man last night – all six hours of it! Interesting. I learned a lot about what not to do in structure and story telling. I think many of the ideas were great, the look of the piece was good, and I loved the four leads: Zooey Deschenel, Neal McDonough, Alan Cumming, and Raul Trujillo. There’s so much in their work that was wonderful, especially in the scenes amongst each other. There’s a sequence in the second installment, in the wagon, between McDonough and Cumming that’s got so much detail and so much going on in such a simple, intimate scene, that it was my favorite scene in the entire six hours. However, there were so many inconsistencies that I spent far too much time hissing and spitting at the screen like one of the cats. I never had a sense of danger or foreboding. I never genuinely believed they were in danger. There was outright cruelty, but not a sense of the psychological sinister. There was also material pulled from a variety of fairy tales and mythological sources, but not integrated, and that bothered me. The internal logic of the land was missing. And there were huge gaps. One minute, they were hurrying because they were being chased; the next, everything changes because of a tangent, but there’s no sense of urgency. It just all ground to a halt. I wanted the urgency to overlay the tangents. I also wondered, in the lapses of logic, especially in getting people from A to B without magic, if some of it was lost in the editing room. The material that I felt was missing could well have been shot, and then cut out. And it ended too abruptly. I wanted a chance to see, in at least one scene, the path these characters chose to embark on next.

I understand it was originally conceived as a series and then shot as a mini-series, and might become a series. But there were too many plot holes, lapses in logic, and too much un-integrated material. To me, it felt like it needed another draft or two, or maybe some work in the rehearsal room with the actors.

Also, it’s called Tin Man. I would have loved to see the entire story told through the Tin Man’s eyes – open when they take him out of the diving suit. Let us view everything from his POV. McDonough is a skilled and interesting enough actor to carry the piece, and I think it would have added a focus. Yes, the Dorothy tangents would have been lost, but, especially once Cain promises the Mystic Man he’ll never leave DG’s side – well, he’s not with her for far too much, and he should be. Cain gave his word. He wouldn’t break it, even when DG does stupid things like dash through the maze on her own. Again – a lapse – she’s too damned smart to do that. And I don’t believe for one second that she would leave her friends in danger and go off with her dad, no matter how important the “mission” was. That choice made me lose respect for her.

I also felt that the reunion between Cain and Jeb was obvious – I was glad to see it happen, but it was obvious. And the so-called twist at the end – I expected it since the middle of the second installment. I could see it coming a million miles away. I also wanted to see more made of the chemistry amongst all of them – especially between Cain and DG. The growing bond between them was minimized, and often ignored.

I liked a lot of what went in to the production, but didn’t feel it held together. I also learned an enormous amount that I can apply to my own work, as far as structure and story-telling and integration.

Good morning’s work on Earth Bride, over 2000 words. I keep worrying about it’s ever-expanding capacity, especially in light of what I learned by watching Tin Man. However, this is the first draft; I need to let it be what it is. I could, story-wise, turn it into a trilogy more easily than into two books – the bulk of the book is Niki’s time on Ymmodys, where she learns what it means to be the Earth Bride. If I needed to do it, I could have her first encounters with Terce and the Poet on Earth, the abduction at her wedding, and the journey to Ymmodys be Book I; her learning process about being the Earth Bride, her tests, and how she starts making changes to help save the planet Book II, and then what happens later, when war is forced on them, and her eventual return home as Book III. That would mean expanding the beginning and probably the end – this section on which I’m currently working on is a good size. And it wouldn’t work to simply hack it in half. OR, what I’d rather do, is cut enough so it’s one book. A long book, but not too long, since I currently don’t have the track record to sell an epic.

But maybe by the time this is ready to submit . . . I will! 😉

In any case, as all these bits float around the worrying part of my brain, the creative part is letting the story be what it is for now, so I can see what I’ve got and then decide what to do with it.

I’m still not quite in the holiday spirit. I’m usually disgustingly cheerful all throughout this time of year. Part of the problem this year is that I feel as though I’ve failed in not finding the house into which I want to move, and that sense of failure burdens me. And yet, it doesn’t make sense to move into something that doesn’t feel right, that isn’t “mine.” So, once again, it’s trying to balance logic and emotion, never an easy task, especially for a Pisces!!

Off to revision-land, and then I’ll send out more pitches, get to work on the stuff for Confidential Jobs 1 & 2, and get some work done on Hex Breaker, We All Have Secrets, and the revisions of Tracking Medusa. Justin’s bugging me about The Balthazaar Treasure, but he just has to shut the hell up for now.

I’m glad that you enjoyed my comments regarding Pearl Harbor Day, and thanks to so many of you for adding your own stories. What a treasure trove of information those comments are! And thanks, Abby, for the lead. I’ll check it out.

I baked brownies on Friday and will roast a chicken tonight. I need to get going on the cookies, but first – I want to finish the cards!


Earth Bride – 96,500 words out of est. 100,000

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter

96 / 100

Devon’s Bookstore:

5 in 10: Create 5 Short Stories in Ten Weeks
by Devon Ellington. This ebooklet takes you from inspiration to writing to revision to marketing. By the end of ten weeks, you will have either 5 short stories or a good chunk of a novella complete. And it’s only 50 cents, USD. Here.

Writing Rituals: Ideas to Support Creativity by Cerridwen Iris Shea. This ebooklet contains several rituals to help you start writing, get you through writer’s block, and help send your work on its way. It’s only 39 cents USD. (Note: Cerridwen Iris Shea is one of the six names under which I publish). Here.

Full Circle: An Ars Concordia Anthology
. Edited by Colin Galbraith. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and other pieces by a writers’ group of which I am a member. My story is “Pauvre Bob”, set at Arlington Race Track in Illinois. You can download it free here:

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