This is something I’ve noticed lately in my time spent in various author places online. There is an almost pathological fear of long books. I see post after post from people worrying about their word count, that their book is “too long.” I see post after post of people saying “Keep your book short because all long books are unedited pieces of crap and you don’t want to bore your reader!” (Paraphrased.) Many of these posts I see are referring to books in my genre — SFF. The word counts I’m seeing this about? 150K. 130K. 100K. *looks at
I know what you’re about to say. You can’t fail Nanowrimo, so long as you get some writing done! If that’s the criterion, I have failed this year, because I have written 0 words. Zero. Look: Nothing. No words on Anala, no words on From the Ashes; just a smattering of words on blogs and some rants on Facebook. And yet I’m counting this month as a success. Why? Simple. Even though I planned to write this month and failed, I managed to not beat myself up about it once. I managed to not feel shame. I managed to
Throw it in your coffee. It’s cream and sugar, and this is also the easiest way to make a peppermint mocha if you don’t have peppermint syrup but do have mint chocolate chip ice cream. Roll it in corn flakes and call it cereal. An ice cream sandwich totally resembles a breakfast burrito, right? Go with that. Just fucking eat it, because you’re an adult who can make their own food choices without judgy asshats shaming you. And if some judgy asshat does get up in your business, take this blog post, print it out, and papercut them with
It just has not been edited yet, because I have been set back on EVERYTHING because of Stranger Skies edits/proof-making. I haven’t even worked on my Nano for several days. I would like to say I’ll be getting to it this weekend, but I won’t. This weekend is for relaxing at the Ogre’s. I am terribly sorry, but I am also unapologetic of the fact that I need time to recoup spoons. I am so tired you guys. You don’t even know. I have been up for 20 hours right now. I am so tired. In the meantime, my
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3VNWpTBj8k&w=560&h=315] This is me at the VanSlam on Monday night. I haven’t watched the video and probably won’t. I have issues with watching myself on video and am not in the right headspace to do so today or maybe ever. But, you know, if you wanted to see me perform “Blood Candle”…there you go. Now, back to work, from which I am totally letting myself get distracted.
I have not actually written any on The Jade Star of Athering since August 2nd. However, I have thought about writing on it, and even opened the notebook to the appropriate page so I can start typing up the handwritten chapters I have done so I can continue on, as I’ve reached that point where I look at the handwritten stuff I have and say “What is this I don’t even.” It’s time for story-beefing! And I have thought about it. Even gotten fairly close. Tomorrow I hope to type up a chapter. We’ll see how that goes. -Katje
Today I signed into Facebook and saw this: Augh! What do you mean only ninety-eight days? I haven’t finished The Jade Star of Athering, Islands of Fire and Water, OR The Man of Bronze! How the frak am I supposed to start a new novel in 98 days??? Ahh! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHHH! *hyperventilates* *calms down* Nope, still upset. Fuck.
It pays off. I found my notebook! As I was posting earlier it occurred to me, somewhere in that thing I call a brain, that the notebook may be in my set of plastic, clear drawers, because I remembered setting the notebook on top of the drawers while I was packing. So I toddled on down to the garage, where all my stuff is sitting until we can get a yurt built in the backyard for me (no lie; I’m living in the library right now), and looked in the clear drawers and lo! my notebook! And the notebook