My brother's shoes are the same colour as the cat. I not infrequently find myself talking to my brother's shoes.
Deb Biancotti has a couple of interesting posts on success and writing: While the Getting's Good, and the follow-up post Successful Feeling.
Dear Book: You promised me that you would be only 100,000 words. So far I've hit 45,000 words and I alternate between being certain that 5,000 words will wrap everything up because I'm running out of plot, and the sure and certain knowledge that you have enough angst in you to take me up to […]
This afternoon (at 2:49 pm, if you want to be precise), I had this to say in my offline journal: I just cannot finish today. I will be here for the rest of my life. I will never leave this desk. There has always been this manuscript hungry for words I cannot produce, there will […]
One day I will learn to stop checking how many more words I've written after every new sentence paragraph. Today is not that day.
The thing about second novels is, you just gotta keep writing. Through the doubts, the fears, the uncertainty. Through the change in practice and routine (such as deciding that you must, suddenly, conform with the rest of the world and, if not have an outline before you start, at least write in something approaching sequence). […]