Eight years ago, I started my journey as a professional writer. I won’t lie, it was a rough go. But I stuck with it. I stumbled, failed, muddled my way through, and eventually started to find a path.
I don’t feel like I’ve “arrived” – whatever that means. But I do feel like I’ve gained a certain amount of information or wisdom from hard experience. Sometimes in my flights of fancy I’ve thought about what I would tell newbie professional writer me that could’ve made the pathway less fraught with peril.
After I turn this topic over and over in my mind, realizing it will never help me but could help other writers, I’ve hammered out this list. My hope is it helps others to not fall into the same pits I did, and find a path to true success. Continue reading “What I’d Tell My Younger Self”→
I know plenty of people are saying it, but it’s true: 2016 has been one hell of a crappy year. I’m not waxing political or social in the least. On a personal level, 2016 has been turbulent. As a direct result, my fiction writing has suffered substantially.
I’ve taken the majority of this year off blogging, for various personal and professional reasons. The conclusion I’ve come to is that far too much of my time and energy has been spent on blogging in the last few years, instead of writing books. That’s changed. At the same time, I don’t want this blog to die.
The vibrant heat of summer days is dissipating from the valleys here, after having long-fled the nearby mountains. As the temperate embrace of fall descends, trees have been turning their coats rapidly, just before shedding them for the harsh winter.
The rumors about me being an official dead author can cease, because they’re simply not true. For several years, I was consistently blogging at least once a week (at one point it was three times each week). This is my first post in four months, if my count’s correct.
I haven’t posted on this blog is far longer than I would’ve liked, but a recent tragedy brought much of my life to a screeching halt. While I’m finally coming out of most of the mess and playing catch-up on many fronts, I just wanted to let everyone know that I haven’t abandoned my book writing activities.
The tragedy did set me back a fair amount on getting the second edition of Shadow House put together, and that’s truly frustrating and unfortunate. But at the same time, it’s only a small setback and I can catch back up, which is what I’m concentrating on at the moment.
At the risk of sounding cryptic, I have some other projects and surprises in the works. That might mean that this blog takes a little bit of a backseat for a while, because I feel that getting the ball rolling on those is more important. You might notice that I still haven’t finished closing out my old blog, so I have that project to complete as well. Needless to say, I’m not wanting for work at the moment.
One last thing before I dash off to my next piece of work: I finally got around to getting Gracie the Ghost Eater on Barnes & Noble’s Nook. It’s ironic that the book wasn’t on there, because I own several Nooks, but I finally did it. You can check it out here.
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The X-Files are back, but not in the full-blown sort of way (at least not yet). This isn’t really news, because the reunion of Mulder and Scully is everywhere. While everyone has their opinion about what the return of this beloved TV series means in today’s world, I’m here to bring my unique perspective as a writer and paranormal/folklore expert to bear.
First off, there is no way making the X-Files just like old times would work – things are just too different to go back. The Lone Gunmen are dead. We’re in a post-9/11 world. Technology is more pervasive than ever. This was where the original series failed in its final two seasons, because it refused to adapt to the changing times, plus the natural evolution of the story.
When I was in Kindergarten I was absolutely convinced werewolves lived in my bathroom. Whenever the light was turned out and the door was left open, they would lurk inside, watching me from the blanket of darkness. I had special measures to deal with this predicament, especially when I had to reach into the blackness to flip on the light switch.
As I am pushing forward with a complete overhaul of my first book, Shadow House, I’ve found myself doing one thing more than I ever have before: killing my darlings. Looking over the aftermath of my recent round of revisions, the novel has had significant chunks cut out, meaning it will be completely different by the time I’m finished.