I’m a hybrid between a pantser and a planner. I’ll work through the beginning of a story, think about my characters, what they look like, what they do, possible story arcs, everything I can possibly think of… up to
My first dispatch from the land of disappointing, kinky sex. The author has upgraded from “Holy crap!” To “Holy shit!” For some unknown reason, this pleases me greatly.
I have avoided the Fifty Shades series all this time. I think some of it is due to my inner hipster, avoiding all things hot and trendy. Some of it, I’d heard the writing was terrible and who would want to subject themselves to that? But, I have finally taken the plunge and here is my report.
Well, as was expected, Continue reading Fifty Shades of Holy Crap!
When I got engaged, I did the girly thing and practiced writing my new name all over my calendar blotter pad.
Now, since I’m writing under a pen name, I find myself doing the same thing and giggling.
I’ve finally been sending out my writing to my test readers. It’s more harrowing than I thought it would be. Part of me hopes that they don’t read it, they don’t realize how truly bad of a writer I am (a Greek chorus of “hack!” is singing in my head). The other part knows that unless I get that feedback, those notes, it will never get better.
Six little chapters out there, in the big, cold digital world. I wonder how they’re feeling, if the faces greeting them are happy or perplexed or a little squidgy. As a romance writer, I wonder just how squidgy those squidgy faces are. That makes me laugh, though. The soft glow of a computer screen on my friends’ transparent “Did I just read what I thought I read? … Oh I did!!!” faces.
I wonder if it would be easier to have strangers read it and give me feedback. But the strangers on the internet are a wild and woolly bunch. You only have to peruse YouTube for three seconds before running across God knows what kinds of awfulness.
So. Here I am. In this little area between people who care about me reading my writing and giving very gentle feedback and the hair on fire trolls. It’s going to take a tremendous bucket of bravery to let the last eleven chapters out into the world. A ship in the harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for. I suppose the good ship LuLo will be leaving the harbor soon then.
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My dear husband has told me several times that if I want to start blogging, I should have at least five posts written and ready to go. And in my usual way, I thanked him for his excellent advice and did not heed it.
I’m almost through with my first revision of the first novel I’m going to publish and realized that without an audience, it’s not going to go anywhere. It might be delightful, but without anyone else reading it, what’s the point? They say to write for yourself, but I don’t think that’s quite what they had in mind.
In any case, here is my opening salvo into ~finding my audience~ and ~marketing~ and all those other buzzwords. All I really want is for people to find and read and enjoy my work. So, as I take a big, deep breath, with my finger hovering over “Publish,” here we go.