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New first sentence for Alien Blue.

So I said to myself, “Self, I don’t like the opening of Alien Blue.”

“Self,” I answered, “In an ideal world, where you didn’t have to figure out anything else, like who was in the scene, who was talking, et cetera, what would your first sentence be?”

“Hm…good question, self,” says I. “But I think it would be, ‘Ask anybody here tonight, and they’ll tell you, aliens and beer don’t mix.'”

“Well, self, you start out with that, and I guarantee you the rest of it will just fall into place.”

Sure enough, it did.

You just finished your 2008 NaNoWriMo Novel!

What are you going to do now?!?


Slaughterhouse Jane is officially first-drafted.

I wrote the whole thing out longhand, with a lowball guesstimate for the words per page. I’m probably waaaay over 50K by now. Next up: typing.

I ordered myself an Acer Aspire One netbook (blue, 8G SSD with Linux, which will be a learning experience). Um, as a victory present? And deductable as a business expense! Now, if I could just remember to save book receipts…

The next goal is finishing Alien Blue and getting it out the door to agents. If you’d be willing to read a copy, let me know. I’m still going to rework the first chapter – I was experimenting and ended up making it worse than what I started with. Some spit and polish, and I think I’m ready to have agents tear it to shreds. Fortunately, I’ve received enough rejection letters that I’m okay with that.

As always, I couldn’t have done it without Lee and Ray’s support. And by “it” I mean, “have enough heart to keep going, in the face of everything.” They make life good.


Voodoo Doughtnut. No, no, check out the Events, too. That WHAT?!? And their online store, where the motto is, “The magic is in the hole.”

Seriously, the Subgenius of Doughtnut shops.

Writerly Ramble: Talent vs. Craft.

My first draft–other than the plotting–is as bad as my first, first draft, at age 12–was. That’s talent.

The progress I’ve made over the years is in 1) planning and 2) revision. That’s craft.

Fabulous fake names.

(via Kate.

A stunning list of fake names

From a fab author:

1. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s and father’s middle names)
Marie Alan.

2. NASCAR NAME: (first name of your mother’s dad, father’s dad)
Durwood Lambert.

3. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 2 letters of your last name, first 4 letters of your first name)

4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Lime Tiger (this sounds more like a drink)

5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you live)
Jo Springs

6. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite alcoholic drink, optionally add “THE” to the beginning)
The Teal Pyramid

7. FLY NAME: (first 2 letters of 1st name, last 2 letters of your last name)

8. GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie):
Rocky Snap

9. ROCK STAR NAME: (current pet’s name, current street name)
Bunnita Server

10. PORN NAME: (1st pet, street you grew up on)
Bill Star Route (Maybe just skip the pet name…)

Writerly Ramble.

You know, I think I’m just going to have to give in and get a shirt made that says, “WARNING: TMI” on it. Some people at work were making fun of me for saying things like, “You have hollows under your cheeks.” “You have a big back.” “Brown and black do go together, especially when you wear that sweater with brown, black, and cream stripes.” How is it that people keep coming to me for fashion advice? Hello? Have you seen how I dress?

So here, once again, is too much information (TMI) with regard to (WRT) my writing life…

It’s been almost exactly a year since I started going to Pikes Peak Writer’s events. I wish I’d started earlier. My one regret in life was that I didn’t have the confidence to start getting serious about writing sooner. Well, to be honest, I was doing pretty well at poetry, and if I’d decided to stay that route, I’d probably be further along than I am now. But I got tired of writing it, and finally realized that I didn’t like to read other people’s poetry, for the most part, and so let it go.

Nevertheless. Wasted time getting around to learning how to write fiction. Had to be done, though, as I was bound and determined, based on a few “writing” books that I’d read, that other people’s opinions were a waste of time, because they were full off fluff and nonsense.

Fortunately, not all writing books were written by people who confuse fluff with content, and I found some of them. And the people who write them! And people who don’t write them, but could!

[Dance dance dance other INTP writers! Dance dance dance.]

Also, it’s been three years since I worked myself up to doing NaNoWriMo, and that has been another valuable experience.

Mix the two together, and you have…a chance in hell. One chance in a million is greatly preferable to zero.

I read an essay over at beckyland about spending 10,000 hours learning a field before you can have any kind of success at it, and feel better. It’s been about ten years since I decided to switch from poetry to fiction (and it was about ten years before that I started writing poetry). IF you count the reading that I’ve done, the reading that I’ve done analytically, then yeah, it works out about right. So I’m due, too. Not due as in, “I deserve it” but due as in “I better push that baby out soon because it’s time.”

The basic structure is that of a fairy tale – A beginning sets up the quest, the main character goes through three trials, and the ending resolves the quest. Today (Chapter 20) was the first day after the last trial (at which point I wanted to kill the character, but then, if he’d made the right choices, I never could have written the ending, because it would have been all over), and the character is trying to return to his normal, everyday world, and pretend none of it ever happened.

Boy, does that not work out.

Five more chapters to go.

Writerly Ramble.

Morning post-shower insight (also, in light of reading Christopher Vogler’s The Writer’s Journey):

Stories are the Western version of Zen. The basic western story is, “Person can’t figure out how to handle something, what to do; person learns from various people what to do; person does what’s necessary after a change in attitude” or, if you like, “Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy gets girl again after not being an ___.” The characters, too, aren’t people so much as they are fragments of the situation. Obstacles. Helpers. Goals. But, essentially – not real people, but functions. The character discovers – or fails to discover – the answer was inside them all along. Enlightenment!

Hm. It seemed much more impressive when I got out of the shower.

Important Musical Question.

I don’t know why, it seems inevitable that I get personality quizzes that ask, “Do you like the Beatles or the Rolling Stones better?”

This is no longer the important question. Granted, at one point, it was the important question. Do you like sweetness and light or do you like the acid burn of hate? But really, both bands are cool, so either answer is acceptable.

So here’s my question: Pink Floyd or Queen?

–I know, I know. But it’s an important question.

Musical Interlude: Cloud Cult

So many bands I don’t know. I remember when I thought country-western radio was the end-all, be-all of music, and electric guitars were retarded. –The exact moment. I was listening to “I’m gonna hire a wino” and watching Mom milk a cow in a red barn with peeling paint. The same barn and the same cow would die in a fire a few years later, when a bum lamb ate through a power cord to a heat lamp and set the place on fire.

When Water Comes to Life – Cloud Cult
Take Your Medicine – Cloud Cult

NaNoWriMo: Time Killer

Avoiding writing? Check out Christie’s listing of books and manuscripts for sale.

Gogol’s Dead Souls.

Nabokov’s The Luzhin Defense. A copy inscribed to his wife.

Don’t even get me started on the art.

See, I’m caught up on my word count. Nyaa…

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