Don’t mind me. I just want to remember how this worked so I can figure out the next big plot issue. 🙂 From my 750 Words this morning: Wish I knew how much of my wander-off obsession was feeding the muses and how much just wasting time. >.< Trying to fall into Tiger and Bunny […]
My muses are getting on board with the editing! In case you were wondering, my muses are not like what other people call muses. First, we don’t only write when inspired. Well…maybe I should put it that we get inspired pretty much daily, because I plant my behind in front of this computer every single
I’m getting nowhere. This is three days of getting nowhere. My voices are sabotaging me, I think. This book ends badly. I mean, one of my beloved characters (not sure if I’ve named names before, so I’ll be cagey now and hope I haven’t–note to self, go search) has to die. I have tried and
Luc’s dad dropped a bombshell on him today. And on me. And I love it. I don’t want to hear about how I should have seen it coming, that is not how I write and y’all can deal with it. I like surprises from my characters. A very wise person (okay, it was BJ, but
I love the organic way my stories grow. I do think about the plots some, but not that much. It’s more a matter of casting my play with interesting people–then writing down what they do. BJ thinks it’s hysterical that I write that way. She knows how it ends before she begins. Bly thinks it’s