A very long and bloated draft, but a fucking draft nonetheless. I think I may actually be missing half an Inaya chapter somewhere, but I’m too tired to look. I’ll save that for the rewrite. And now I get to turn off The Noose, which has been on repeat for the last 40 minutes. P.S. […]
And That, Ladies and Gentlemen, is What We Call a Draft Read More »
And that, my friends, is what happens when Nyx finally shows back up. Damn, that was rough going for awhile. I’m thinking it may end up running a tad long. Will print out what I’ve got tomorrow, but I think I’m through the worst of it.
The Bitch is Back in Town Read More »
The problem is, the book stops when Nyx is out of commission. These people can’t slap their asses with both hands without her. Or, rather, there doesn’t appear to be any narrative without her. Once I push past this part, it’s smooth sailing (which is why I skipped ahead and wrote those parts already), but
This book doesn’t have enough fight scenes.
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Ways our behavior is altered by parasites, starting with the humble grasshopper.
Parasite Induces Host to Suicide Read More »
When I say I’d like sugarfree syrup, it’s not because I’m being an annoying hippie. Please do not give me regular instead and tell me it’s sugarfree. The next time I test my sugar and it comes up, inexplicably, over 200, it’s you I will thank, vociferously. Thank you.
An Open Letter to Baristas Everywhere Read More »
That was a bloody hard-fought thousand words, man. The problem with getting to the end of this book is, I’ve already written all of the big fun scenes, and now my entire word count consists of all the boring but necessary transition scenes and touchups where I’m stringing them all together. It’s like swimming through