I’m finally revising my novel. This is a pretty big deal because the only thing I have EVER revised is a story I have been writing with a friend. And even that is just checking for continuity. This time, though, I am trying my hand at actual revision. Ugh, it’s hard. I mean, not to sound whiny or anything (my last few entries have been incredibly whiny), but it’s sooooo hard. I thought I could get it done in a month, but with the amount of mental energy it’s taking, it’s going to be so much longer. I’ve never ever been good at the revising.Read More →

I hate revisions. I mean, I can do a simple edit just fine.  Change a few words, fix some spelling errors.  But once I get something on paper (or computer), that’s it.  I can’t imagine going back and completely changing scenes and plotlines. For me, once it’s there, it’s there.  I know it’s not perfect, but it’s hard for me to envision it any other way.  Am I supposed to be?  Is there a way to make this easier? I always dread doing revisions.  I always feel like I am doing them wrong.  Change should come quicker, easier.  Should I be enjoying it? Am IRead More →

Co-authoring has always intrigued me.  There aren’t many novels out there with multiple authors.  In fact, I can only remember reading a few (Peter and the Starcatcher by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson, The Royal We by Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan).  Writing can seem like such a solitary pursuit, but for me, it’s always been the opposite.  Writing with friends is what got me into writing in the first place. I started writing, really writing, with my friend Megan when we were teenagers.  I don’t know why.  I think I was jealous that she had written something with another friend.  We liked to goofRead More →

Something I don’t think I’ve talked about on here  at all (which is crazy, since I’m a little nutty about it) is my love of all things theater. It stemmed from when I was a kid, when I used to dance and perform in my school plays.  And heck, when I used to put on plays for my friends and family on my front porch.  I was never very good… I was okay, but I LOVED it.  (In a way, I think my writing comes from that.  I’m not telling stories on the stage, but rather on the page… Okay, I didn’t mean to makeRead More →

I wish there were 25, 30 hours in a day.  This past week I have been stressing myself out over everything I have to do, everything that needs to be done, and everything that I want to do. At work, there is reams of paperwork to do, plus essays and projects to grade, plus lesson-planning to accomplish.  All this on top of actually, you know, teaching.  And interacting with the students and my colleagues. When I get home, there is an apartment to clean (who knew I would be such a neat freak before I moved into my own place?), books to read, writing toRead More →