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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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?
What were the odds …
When Romeo left us to run free across the rainbow bridge, I said no more dogs. He was one in a million. I didn't want to go through the pain of loss again. Then a thing happened which I call The Troubles. Police suggested getting a big dog because even though they can usually get … Continue reading What were the odds …
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 …
There’s notes and more notes!
Not so long ago, I decided to revamp my teaching text. And I quickly realised I'd left things out that needed to be in. Oops. It's not the end of the world. Most of the missing information became class notes and handouts. Easy peasy. I spent some time over the weekend and all Monday morning … Continue reading There’s notes and more notes!
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 …
I’m twitchy
My eyelid is twitchy. I know what it is. It's stress. It's happened before, a couple of times. Once upon a time the mere mention of the Frau would start my eye a twitching. She's long gone from our vicinity, thankfully. This twitch is because the last three weeks have been crazy stressful. They may … Continue reading I’m twitchy
Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
It's been a trying few weeks.It's tried my patience.It's tried my commitment to coffee and tequila.It's tried my ability to speak without swearing.It's tried my sense of security.It's tried my will to get things done.It's 100% tried to stop my brain working so I can write.It's just fucking trying. But yay, I can put all … Continue reading Fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
What about me?
This week I've been reading [Foxtrot Foxtrot Sierra] and getting it ready for editing and such. I'm reading it as an ePub on my iPad and using the note function to make comments about changes - missing words etc. It's a lot nicer than doing the same thing using my Kindle. This will be the … Continue reading What about me?
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.
Cat Connor 