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Revising Is Hard, Y’all
I thought finishing my first draft of Harbinger was hard. And it was! I spent years dreaming, drafting, ignoring the insane urge to spend more time copy-editing than writing … but I persevered and finally — FINALLY — got to that finished first draft. Woo-hoo! I was on to the revising portion. I knew this…
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Writing Prompt Exercise
“Remember a sound.” Rain on a skylight doesn’t sound the same as rain on a roof or window. It’s mellower, as if the raindrops were fatter or the skylight more resonant. I remember being lulled to sleep by the sound. The skies could torrent, but we were safe there, snug and dry in our rooms…
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Slow but Steady …
In April of 2017, I started writing a YA fantasy novel (Harbinger). In December of 2018, I finished my first draft — all 75,538 words of it. Today, looking down the barrel of December 2019, my first revision is 97,307 words long, and I’m beginning to chisel my way into an almost-final version. Back in…
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Writing Prompt
Writing prompt from a recent writers group I attended: “Parents are the bones on which children sharpen their teeth.” – Peter Ustinov Grace was born a vampire. And not because she sucked all the energy and enthusiasm from my ambitions. But because of her sharp little teeth. Most kids are born toothless – gummy…
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Power
“I am tired of being used!” she cried, almost stamping her foot in frustration. Tristian just looked at her, his expression faintly disdainful. “Then learn to use your power, girl,” his voice was cold. “The strong prey upon the weak, the powerless. That is the way of the world. If you don’t want to be…
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Knowledge
“What do you know of killing?” The question had been asked in jest, but the boy’s answer had sobered them all. His face had blanched so white at the question, his bones had nearly shone through. Dead in eye, he said flatly, “It’s messy.” If the lad hadn’t killed someone with his own two hands,…
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Accident
The darkness chuckled as it nuzzled the tears mixed with blood from his face … a warring of salts, the perfect blend of terror and pain. And he wept as the darkness swallowed even the memory of light.
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Snips
Snips is exactly that – snips of writing exercises that I’m doing. They may (or may not) relate to the projects I’m working on. They will definitely not be edited, neat or polished. This space is for dreaming out loud, practicing and evolving. Enjoy!
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