I’m at the point where I have to say, “What was I thinking? THIS IS NEVER GOING TO WORK!” I took most of today off to do Christmas shopping and mess around with plot: one subplot removed, another added, two chapters changed to one, figured out why the main character wasn’t ringing true in the […]
Teller has a house in Vegas, of which he says, “Like much of my life, this house is a reflection of everything I wanted back when I was 12.” Don’t miss the pictures.
There’s a pirate in the book who just showed up. I asked Lee what the pirate’s beard should look like. “A pencil-thin goatee.” I held up a finger vertically on my chin. “Like this?” “No.” He drew the line around his chin. “Ohh. Like a hexagon. Hey! Our pirate’s going to have gamer face!”
*Or woman’s The fifteen top castles built largely by one person. Bishop’s Castle is #2. I am totally wanting to check out #14, the Magical Museum of Robert Tatin. But it’s in France. The House on the Rock is #15, which makes two on the list I’ve seen. I could totally think of worse things
My POV character in the current book, Nancy, is much more observant than I am. I’m having a hard time describing the things she sees: of course she sees things that I wouldn’t, but she also sees things in a different order than I would — she can only see so many things at a
pinchbeck (PINCH-bek) noun An alloy of zinc and copper, used as imitation gold in jewelry. adjective Counterfeit or spurious. [After watchmaker Christopher Pinchbeck (1670-1732), who invented it.It’s ironic that today his name is a synonym for something counterfeitbut in his time his fame was worldwide, not only as the inventor ofthis curious alloy but also
“That’s right. I never told Frank about the Graemlings. Did you ever hear the stories about gremlins the pilots tell? Little goblins that got onto planes and wrecked them?” “But–“ “Well, it turns out the legend had some basis in fact. The Graemlings did exist, but they’re gone now. A completely different race. Not human
Ray tied her shoes last night! She kept saying things like, “It’s too hard for my fingers.” But she laughed her way through the tricky process–success! I made her untie them and do it again–and she did it again! She will probably have to learn it again today. Her fingers do not know how to
Cooool. The pep talk for NaNo this week is from Neil Gaiman. I was so thinking about doing this last night, but then, I don’t have an agent: The last novel I wrote (it was ANANSI BOYS, in case you were wondering) when I got three-quarters of the way through I called my agent. I
A man is dining in a fancy restaurant and there is a gorgeous redhead sitting at the next table. He has been checking her out since he sat down, but lacks the nerve to talk with her. Suddenly she sneezes, and her glass eye comes flying out of its socket toward the man. He reflexively
