I always know when a book tips over from “chaos gremlin” to “actual novel,” and yesterday [EMP] hit that point hard. One moment I was trudging through scenes like I’d lost the map; the next, everything snapped into alignment and the story took off like it had somewhere urgent to be.
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Beady eyed Wombat.
If you've read 'Underneath the Tree' you might recognise the title of this blog as something someone said in the story.But you probably do not know where that comes from. Listen up, it came from an afternoon with the posse. One member was livid over something that had happened and amongst her choice words was … Continue reading Beady eyed Wombat.
Disgruntled character?
Or perhaps he's about to act on his annoyance and become a terrorist? Who knows?Obviously not me. Anyway, I was writing ... then I thought I'd just have a quick glance over my backwards chapter outlines. Which if you know me, you know they're really not outlines at all but things I think are important … Continue reading Disgruntled character?
And on we go …
I was wandering through Substack this morning and not enjoying it at all. Far too much about the nonsense in the US. Far far too much politics for my liking. I want to escape from the bullshit not have it hit me in the face constantly. It's not that I don't care, it's that I … Continue reading And on we go …
Maybe 2k, maybe more.
In an effort to not think about the new normal I have jumped into writing [Echo Mike Papa]. It was not my intention to start another story while [Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra] is with my editor. But I did. I did and it's fun. It's escapism. In a few weeks My Knight will be home and … Continue reading Maybe 2k, maybe more.
And then …
The last two days were spent revising my teaching textbook and the workbook that goes with the crime writing course I teach. A minimum of 16 hours went into doing that. Everything is shiny and new. New formatting, new covers, new titles, new ISBNs, revamped content, and some new content.I have ordered myself a copy … Continue reading And then …
This will never do.
Yesterday I got through a bunch of edits and suggestions from Margot Kinberg (my much trusted friend). [Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra] is all the better for it. One of the changes was allowing Nana her voice. Every now and then there are third POV chapters in this series, usually when I don't want to share too … Continue reading This will never do.
Home again.
Right, so, here's the thing. I rushed down to Blenheim on Tuesday morning because Superman was discovered unconscious at home (on Moetapu Bay Road in Mahau Sound) not fun for anyone! It took the fire brigade and ambulance to get him out because the driveway is too difficult for ambulances when the ground is sodden. … Continue reading Home again.
The end is looming.
Nothing to do with the wars. At all. Except that I might've called it again. Oops. Never mind, that's how we roll. I know things and I hope they don't eventuate. (Also, I literally have a pantry full of canned food and so forth. 16 can's of baked beans doesn't look so obsessive now, does … Continue reading The end is looming.
Every Beat of My Heart.
That's right, the Rod Stewart song is today's blog title. Why? Because I like the song. Also, because it's the title of the first story in Cachebyte. Words have been elusive since I arrived home from Mahau Sound. [FFS] isn't moving along as fast as it did while I was away. It's annoying me. (Of … Continue reading Every Beat of My Heart.
Cat Connor 