The publishing industry moves slow. And when I say slow I mean fucking slow. (That’s right WoW nerdz, I went there.) The stories talk about snapping up a dream agent on the first query, or having editors fall all over … Continue reading
Ever since I started writing, joining SFWA has been one of my personal professional goals. That hasn’t changed over the years. They advocate for their authors. They look out for each other. They protect both new and experienced writers from … Continue reading
Last week, Salon ran an article by Hugh Howey (author of Wool) about how self-publishing is the future and the way new writers should turn. I don’t entirely agree with that, as most of you who’ve been playing along at … Continue reading
Last night I followed a twitter hashtag hosted by editors and agents who were answering writers’ questions. It was going well — good questions, enthusiastic participation. Then I saw That Guy slip into the conversation. The one whose twitter … Continue reading
Hello, February. Hello, cold weather. Hello, new trip around the sun. A couple of quick updates on writerly things: I’m moving Gavrick’s off the sidebar. Tabling it for now while I focus on The Fire Children, which has gone from … Continue reading
’13… I did a lot in 2012. I’m not great at setting goals, really, but my “resolution” last year was to make it “the year I give myself a break, and the year I demand more from myself.” Not sure … Continue reading
Some days I feel like a broken record. Or a line from Needful Things (“You’ve been here before.”) Or maybe I’m a Cylon: All of this has happened before; all of this will happen again. Today the news is about … Continue reading
First off, I ought to say I’m not doing the breakneck sprint to 50,000 words this year. I’ve peeked at my profile on the NaNoWriMo website, ghosted around the forums a bit, and side-eyed some projects, but I have other … Continue reading
One afternoon between lectures at Viable Paradise — maybe to get our blood sugar up, or because chocolate is tasty, or because sharing is nice — Jim Macdonald passed around a bag of Dove Promises. If you’ve never had one, … Continue reading
Well, we made it through the night. Slept in shifts, not that anyone’s going to really shamble their way up our street. Thing is, we’re on an ambulance route, so every time one went screaming by, we waited. Because you … Continue reading
