How Many Editing Guides Does It Take To Screw In A Lightbulb

The real trick is getting them inside the lightbulb in the first place.

Then the trick becomes not turning a self-editing guide into a writing guide. Fine distinction, this, and I’m letting that issue simmer while writing fiction. All I can say at this point is that I shall have a lot of experience in self-editing “show vs tell” by the time I blow the remaining rust off the chops.

 

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Just Stop

The thought that I could be watching my house float down the street, or maybe see a loved one wash up on shore rather takes the bite out of the fact the writing’s not going exactly how I’d like…

Hug your children. Go give blood. Pray for those who need it, whether they like (or know) it or not.

They like me! They really like me! Or…not

Oh are we EVER having fun today…

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Heads Will Roll

I’m still pecking away at the self-editing guide, currently stalled on how to address point-of-view management.

My hate for head-hopping is strong. I still think authors who mix first and third just for the sake of doing it are taking an unnecessary risk.

Now tell me, how am I supposed to keep the subjective out of it?

Things I Learned This Holiday Season

1. Twenty-four sounds like a lot more than it really is.

2. The friend who calls just to make fun of your sore throat voice? They suck.

3. “Part-time” should now appear with permanent ironic-use quotation marks.

Things should be back to semi-normal this week. Next week, though… Oy. ¬†Anyone who needs anything should hit me up this week. I make no promises from there.

Do Or Do Not. There Is No Spoon.

Top three reasons I will get nothing done today:

1) I’ve had Rodney Carrington’s Dear Penis (the song, people) looping in my head since eight this morning. Thanks, Jeff.

2) The promotional-slash-sample-ebook I’m supposed to focus on has been preempted by the rompense I dream-wrote last night (and naturally can’t stop thinking about). Way to go, Subconscious. You suck.

3) Jeff and the rescue kitten are at war over what not to do in his precious houseplant pots. Peaceful around here, it is not.

Someone be productive for me, hmm?

We Mock That Which We Don’t Understand

I’ve another project underway: a novella free-read to be used as a sample of my ebook files. Sounds easy for a writer, doesn’t it?

Sure, except I’ve never written fiction shorter than 75k in my life. How the *&%$ do you people do this?