Did you know there’s such a thing as “filter words” when writing? I did not, but now thanks to the Tunnel of Rejection that was 2017, I do. In the course of a) submitting my manuscripts to RWA contests for judging and b) having my bits chopped off by the Axe of Editing the awesome staff at eXtasy Books wields, I have learned the stuff they teach you in creative writing. So take writing classes, is the lesson here. Alternate lesson: If,…
In which we look back on 2017 with lots of silliness and a healthy dose of sarcasm. Containing mentions of shower poles.
As in: flawed, yet awesome. No one wants to read boring perfection.
In which there is little novel writing done and, I’m sorry to say, little sadness about it.
Or; Thoughts I have while working on the 2nd/3rd/multiple draft
I’m sorry for the lack of posting the last two weeks. Not even an otter meme can save me. Partly I’ve been avoiding the Internet because every time I turn it on some new horror leaps out, like Pennywise on speed. “Hurricane? LOL” says Mother Nature. “Try FOUR hurricanes, back to back. Oh, and two deadly earthquakes in two weeks. Haha, maybe I’ll throw in a plague of locusts and some bloody acid rain, for fun.” Thanks, Ma. Also, the…