Know the Novel Part 2 // Within the WIP

And I return just over a third of the way through NaNo with the second part of Christine's writer linkup/tag thingamajigger. (I'm using up all my good words in my novel. There are none left for blog posts. Or speaking. Or, honestly, thinking.) 1. How’s the writing going overall? It's not horrible, which is actually …

Veteran’s Day 2019

Don't thank veterans for their service, everyone says. I understand that - it's as reflexive a phrase as saying "you too" after someone tells you to have a nice day. Often, I would imagine, it means about as much. So I'm not thanking anybody today - I'm not even addressing this to veterans themselves. They …

NaNoWriMo – The One for Whom I Write

I pick the most inopportune times to have personal epiphanies and convictions. My thoughts lately have focused on the importance/use/purpose of talent. I decided to tuck my thoughts into a cozy corner of my blog so that I might have a (semi-)permanent reminder of them. Tired and vulnerable to such things, I began a useless …

Musical OC Tag

Two tags in a row! Because hey, they're about writing and characters, and we have exactly one week (eek) before NaNo, so how could I resist? Rules Include this link in your post: Musical OC TagUse the tag graphic (above) in the postUse your OCs! Find one (or more if you like) that fit the categories/descriptions of each …

Know the Novel / I’M COMING FOR YOU, NANO

So I'm doing a kinda-tag that nobody had to guilt-trip me into doing! (Just kidding, I love y'all.) Anyway, it's a historic moment. I noticed this tag first on Maya's blog and then tracked it to its original source here on Christine's blog. An informal and most appreciative thanks to both of them! So this …

I Buy Broken Dreams

A few moments ago, he had thought it was a day too late for everything.  Now the sign loomed up in his face, handwritten and simple, the tails of the y and s falling away in lethargic flourishes.  He swallowed and a tear almost made it out of his eye, but the heavy, wet air …

The Last Enemy

An ashy, blackened wasteland stretches in front of the barefoot girl.  Her tangled hair tugs across her face as a breeze rakes the ground, stirring up eddies of white, papery ash.  She takes a tentative step forward, bare arms clasped tightly about herself, positioned for defense in a world clearly already dead. “Hello,” she calls, …