So a few months ago, I realized I had a plot hole in my WIP (that's work-in-progress, in case that's helpful). Just days after finishing the very rough first draft, something wasn't sitting right. Actually, it hadn't been sitting right for a while. I'd been in denial about how big that plot hole was because it meant major reworking, but I was so worn out from getting the draft done that I wasn't ready to deal with it yet.
Read MoreSo, Brexit happened.
Le sigh.
And in completely unrelated news, I have editing whiplash. This is what I call the extreme mood swings which accompany the very-involved revision process. Namely, this is due to two things--the aw shit moment when you realize that your talented editor has found actual flaws in your baby...erm, book...and the hallelujah feeling that accompanies turning in your oh, so brilliant edits.
Read MoreI'm just gonna say it: I'm a control freak. And a perfectionist. And a workaholic.
This is probably part of why being a writer suits me--other than setting up some deadlines and saying "this has to happen at some point," my editor and publisher are pretty hands-off, and that means I get to be my own bossypants. And I'm more likely to over-do than procrastinate or under-do, so despite concerns about my psychological health, I tend to get stuff done when and how it needs to be done.
Read MoreOne of these days, I'm going to talk about an interview I did with a very lovely lady who helped me with research on Russian culture for my newest work-in-progress, which is currently on pause while I finish editing Bad Judgment. The post is gonna be amazing. It'll probably win awards, it's gonna be so good. Someone will tell me that they named their baby after me because of it. Or their puppy, which isn't as good, but is still better than nothing.
Read MoreOkay, so I finished the first draft of my current work in progress (WIP, from now on). And boy is it rough. Really rough. Roughity-rough-rough. It is not fit for human eyes, which is why tomorrow I'm gonna get started on the second draft. I bought a red marker and everything. (I also bought some pretty Post-its as a reward. Yes, Post-its are perhaps a weird gift to oneself for a job well done but I am addicted to them, for reasons that will probably not be any clearer by the end of this post. I do what I want.)
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