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“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink."

— T.S. Eliot

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January 25, 2017

If you do a search for "how to come up with a title for your novel" a bundle of ideas emerge. 

The one that really hit me was: make sure people can SAY the title OUT LOUD without stumbling over words, being embarrassed, or having people ask them, "what the heck is that?...

January 16, 2017

What a learning curve. Apparently, the thing you do first, or at least one of the things you do next, after the blood has been let, the sweat has rolled down your body, and the glaring empty white pages have been filled . . .  is find readers.

I have Murder by Monstranc...

January 13, 2017

It seems completely other-planetary, but somehow I reached 67,000 words on Wednesday, and the thing was done.


The first draft is done, and I feel like I'm floating in space. I already miss spending time with my characters, which may be a little strange.

Now, to marke...

January 8, 2017

Two years ago, I didn't really believe I would ever get to 50,000 words. Yesterday, I did.

I'm not saying they're all good. Some are. Some are definitely not. But I'm going with the advice I received from a fellow author: write it. Just write it. You can make it better...

December 21, 2016

A few months after getting fired, I awakened, as usual, at three in the morning.

Couldn't sleep. Upset. Angry. For months.

This particular three a.m. was, somehow, different. There was a story playing in my head, a reel that just kept rolling.

There was a dead priest...

December 21, 2016

A small light shone in the back of the cathedral, the only illumination in the vast, domed building. The stained glass windows were shrouded in darkness; not a glimmer of blue or gold or red could be seen.

It had a ponderous, eerie atmosphere. Even the bishop felt its w...

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