Thoughts on the Craft

Thoughts on the Craft

There are times where I question whether or not I'm a writer.

After some analysis, it's obvious I am. Recently, at PAX South, I found myself repeatedly standing in line with my manuscript draped over one arm, a set of three pens settled precariously between my mouth and hands, editing the last 100 pages of The Faithful. I'd done that multiple times, but no one asked me about (I guess not that strange) and, at some point during the conference, started having a personal crisis as to whether or not I was a "writer." Only after some reflection that I realized that of course I was, but since I wasn't writing at that point, it felt like I was living a charade.

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My Thought Process

My Thought Process

When I'm laying down a new novel, my thoughts generally have been gestating for a long period. As we've kind of established with my Upcoming Projects, not much new gets added to these. I've been toying with the sequels to the Faithful for about two months now (since OWFI), but little has been put on paper, other than the initial flurry of thoughts. Since then, it pops up every few days, where I twirl it around, take time on the dance floor, getting to know it, but then it steps off and I'm free to work on something else.

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A Tiny Update

A Tiny Update

I went underground, so to speak. I put my head to the grindstone and hard edited The Faithful to make it the best it could be. I've gone through two separate editors, which finally let me notice some of my manuscripts problems. As a result, I've spent more than my fair share of time in the basement, looking at different maps and trying to clarify the world. The setting has always been a bit of the problem, not only because I divined it out of nothing, but because I have a specific "feature" of the world: Oki's veins.

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The End of NaNoWriMo

The End of NaNoWriMo

This past month was National Novel Writing Month. I would've loved to post about it while it was going on, but, as you might have noticed, I rearranged the color scheme and played around a bit with the site while I was slacking off. Slacking might not be the right word - I did write 47,589 words in 30 days after all. However, I did have 9 days where I wrote less than a hundred words. Hell, five of those I wrote nothing. So I did have some slacking in there.

It's now December and it's become holiday hell once more.

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Digging Up the Past

Digging Up the Past

My first novel was a great learning experience. Titled Between the Shadows​, it was a novel written in three months, almost hit my goal of 80k (was 22 words shy, in fact), and was a sloppy mess. I say was, I should probably correct myself and say is. Even after four revisions, which I felt were pretty harsh at the time, I still had a unfocused novel that I was never quite sure where it fell. All I knew was that it was a dystopian, which usually falls in sci-fi, but without any science underpinnings or straight up technology that doesn't exist today, I am now compelled to call it urban fantasy - since it is fantasy set in a city. It was dark, desolate, had an undefined antagonist who got his thrills from being completely and utterly mysterious and brutal.

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