Saturday, December 29, 2012

Things I Do Because I Write

I may or may not have spent the last half an hour lying on my face in the middle of my bed with my feet sticking out the wrong end and classic rock blasting in my headphones.

This happens to me sometimes. I was in the middle of editing the first book in Elaine's series, cleaning it up and trying to get it ready to send off to publishers and/or agents, just getting all my ducks in a row, when suddenly, I stopped.

I'm serious. I just stopped.

This happens sometimes. And there's really nothing for it but to plaster my face into the pillow and wait until it passes.

Usually, this means I've got ideas coming, and that's what it meant. I've got a really, really good beginning and ending to a book, but that's it. Like three paragraphs. I don't even know what happens in between.

My life is weird sometimes.

Friday, December 28, 2012

Shoutout to my Professors

I've been editing like mad lately. I don't know if it's because I'm sick and the medicine they gave me made me suddenly hyper-aware of everything (which is super helpful for editing, by the way) or if it's because it's Christmas Break, and I figured I needed to do some work while I was on vacation. I don't really know.

But I've been going through and fixing things like dialogue tags, minor punctuation, fixing "showing" versus "telling," all the stuff that my fiction editing professor helped me with over this past semester.

Basically, that decision to switch to an editing minor was a fantastic one.

And who says you don't learn anything in school?


Monday, December 24, 2012

I take a special kind of pleasure in the way people react to my writing. If it's sad, I revel in the upset huffs and the tutting and aggravation. If it's happy, I like to sit back and watch people grin and giggle and spazz. And if it's heartbreaking, there is this special, sadistic pleasure in the single tear you can get from readers even when they try not to cry.