May Novel Update

Things are progressing nicely. I currently have 70,000 printed words marked up and finished on my desk. I’ve been obsessively line editing over the past week, carrying the pages with me everywhere, even to bed. I usually edit on screen. God knows I’ve saved a lot of trees. Especially with …

Excuses

Too sunny, too warm, too bright, too cheerful, too restless, too distracted, too excited, too hungry and thirsty, too sleepy, too intent on keeping up with social networking, too in the kate bush-y moment, too in the mood for reading junot diaz, too fearful of failure, too scared of success, …

Melodramatic Vampires

I’m taking advantage of Google Reader to feed me an entire industry’s worth of advice from agents, booksellers and publishers. On any given day 400+ posts are waiting in my reader telling me the same thing: Give it up honey. You don’t stand a chance unless your protagonist has fangs or a …

I’m no good at waiting

I’m doing a terrible job of distracting myself, so I don’t focus on the fact that someone at this very moment is holding my manuscript. I’m not naive enough to think they will be reading it any time soon, just knowing they have it is nerve wrecking enough. Here are …

A recipe for structure

Chop up your chapters into bite-sized halves or thirds, whatever you prefer. Throw them into a bowl, add a pinch of crushed coarse salt (of the earth preferably), a few dashes of something tart and acidic; you’ll need to break some egos to bind it all together. Toss into the …

Treating myself

Monday night I finished slapping together my manuscript and sent it off to all interested parties (hurrah). I still don’t have an ending, but plenty of time to work on it over the next few weeks. It will keep my mind off the wait, and hopefully off the zombies. I was so …

Growing pains

I’ve heard from more than one reliable source that agents and publishers don’t look kindly upon personal writing blogs. Particularly ones that go into detail about the struggles of writing. They think it reflects badly on the professional conduct of the writer. While I’m sure this doesn’t go for ALL …

Truth, lies and loathing in London

I haven’t been a very forthcoming blogger of late, initially due to a self-imposed and much needed time-out. Recently, it has been more about my reticence to publicly write about my novel demons. I mean, stats aside, does anyone know how many people read this thing? Do I really want …

Just call me Hyacinth

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain. (T.S. Eliot — The Waste Land) For the first time in my life I’ve actually planted something. I keep running out to the garden to see if the …