Today marked the first time I've scraped ice from my windshield since I moved to Florida in 2005. It's been a remarkably cold winter in the Northeast corner of the peninsula. Should make for some sweet orange juice next year, ya'll.
I composed the first original fiction this morning that I've written in two weeks. The holidays can tackle your work if you let them, but I've got a clear path to a productive December ahead of me.
This wasn't a complete surprise, given the economy, but HMH was the first major publisher that I've read about halting new acquisitions.
This is the first time I've checked in online here in what feels like forever. Thankfully, I have a lot to write about in the coming weeks and I won't be such a stranger. I've got a couple of reviews to post and some good news on a couple of story placements I'm pretty proud of. I hope the Thanksgiving holiday went well for everyone, and if you haven't been reading that book there on the right of your screen, make it a priority. That man can yarn with the best of 'em, let me tell ya.
You Know When It's Good
If you spend any real time at the word processor, you understand that sometimes the writing flows and you just know in your heart and in you...
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If you spend any real time at the word processor, you understand that sometimes the writing flows and you just know in your heart and in you...
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There is no such thing as a new idea. It is impossible. We simply take a lot of old ideas and put them into a sort of mental kaleidoscope....
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When I think of compliments as they apply to fiction, the word "unsettling" springs to mind. The best of Rod Serling's work wa...
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