Recently, I’ve been watching Game of Thrones. I avoided it for a while because I just didn’t have the time to devote to another TV show. I still haven’t got the time now, but I got sucked into it and now I can’t escape. The show is successful for a lot of reasons. It’s beautiful,
Awesome things are happening all around you. If you give up, you’ll miss them all.
Right now, I’m in the middle of the copyedits for my second book, FML. It’ll be published by Simon Pulse next summer. This maybe be the last time I have the chance to change anything about this book. The truth is, I wouldn’t change a single word except that I’m prone to making stupid mistakes.
I was thinking of something to write about but this week and weekend I found myself in a strange creative desert. Not necessarily a bad thing. Lots of reading and movies and TV are a good re-charge. At one point this weekend I found myself re-watching the first season of Friday Night Lights. I think
Last weekend I was supposed to write the mess out of Jak and the Giants, only Sunday morning I woke up with a headache that lasted until Monday. I got a bit of writing done during the week, but the week is just not the best time for me to write. I tend to be
The editing still goes. I only have 5 chapters left on the first read through. So far I’ve noticed that it’s 60% solid, 20% weak, 10% that probably needs to be cut, and 10% bloody brilliant. It’s funny reading because I’ll read a chapter and just feel like it runs and flows beautifully, has only
(Been listening to a lot of Weezer for some reason). The editing is REALLY slow going. It’s actually taking me longer to read and edit each chapter than it did to write them in the first place. I’ve finished editing 4 chapters; the first three I made a lot of grammar and spelling edits (like
I wanted to get up this morning and get a jump on the day with writing. My problem is a mixture of procrastination and fear: I procrastinate starting a new project because I’m afraid. I’ll do anything to get out of starting: clean, grocery shop, surf the web, research. I’ll do things I’ve been putting
Prison is a lot like high school: The uniforms are horrid, cliques are common, money buys importance, the cafeteria food is a step above generic dog food, and if you’re lucky you don’t get sodomized often. I think this also speaks to writing, well the last part anyway. I’ve decided to keep this blog as