It’s crazy, man

I’m here to tell you that it’s okay to fall. It’s human to fall. And it’s okay to forsake a thing for a while — perhaps for even five years, as I did with The 33. But don’t you dare walk away from it, not for good. Don’t turn your back on the shaggy thing, and that soggy first-draft copy. Don’t you dare ignore what you were born to do: to herd words.

Stay in the crazy-making business. It’s the best job I know.

J.C. Hutchins, “This Crazy-Making Business Called ‘Writing'”

A solid battle plan

Having a good idea is only half the battle.  Executing that idea into a book takes time, patience, and plenty of caffeine.  -Brian Klems

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Art poetica

Art is not what you see, but what you make others see. -Edgar Degas

Edgar Degas (The Burrell Collection, Glasgow)
Edgar Degas (The Burrell Collection, Glasgow) (Photo credit: dalbera)
The Green Dress (1897-1901)
La Jupe Verte
Edgar Degas

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Democratastic

I love the smell of democracy in the morning.  -Erica Acton

For all you Harry Potter fans, be sure to check out the link below.  Mr. Acton is one crazy talented guy, and you can find more of his work at Matchstick Marvels in Gladbrook, Iowa.  They have all the cool stuff in the Brook. 😉

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Home

Once again, I’m in the mood for sharing.  I’ve just finished the second chapter of my WIP.  Yay!  Assuming my brain thaws out sometime tonight, I’ll be able to start working on Chapter Three in the morning.  There are still some important things I need to figure out and some major kinks that need ironing, but I’m still at the point where I’m just having fun and not majorly stressing.

Meanwhile, may I present a snippet from Chapter Two:

“Darling, wake up.  We’ve reached the Briants’.”

Maria slowly opened her eyes.  Every other time she had visited, Michael’s house had been friendly and welcoming.  Cozy, even.  His house, his family, was the exact opposite of hers in so many ways and she drank in the warmth and sense of belonging she felt here like a starving man set loose on an all-you-can-eat buffet.

But now, for the first time, she felt none of those things.  As she stared at the front door and thought about what she had to tell Mr. and Mrs. Briant, a deep and abiding sense of dread quickly overwhelmed her.

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