As I near the end of typing out the first book in the Cryptid Series, the pink pages are piling up. It’s looking good, too, as an introduction to the entire series. After I finish NaNoWriMo in November, ‘Til Undeath Do Us Part is going to get a rewrite onto digital and probably be handed out to a few select people to critique. After spending eleven years trying to perfect the Dome Trilogy, I’ve learned that perfection is unattainable as an indie author. However, my goal this time is not an epic series but digital pulp fiction. Continue reading “Pink Pages and The Cryptozookeeper”
I completed the clean-up of Solaray Dawn, and it seems to hold together. It looks like I am on-track for an October release. I’m just waiting on hard copies of the final product to release the bound book into print.
Dear Guy in Kentucky,
Welp, the third book in the Dome Trilogy is sitting right next to me. It has quite a few little plastic sticky flags poking out of from between its pages, like some modern art rendition of a porcupine. However, they’re minor errors (typos, forgotten letters) with only one big error–four pages formatted like a Choose Your Own Adventure book (183 to 186 to 184 to 185 to 187 … but the numbering on the actual pages is in order. Burr… what?). Continue reading “To A Guy in Kentucky, I’m Mrs. Unlucky . . .”
I want to want to get that backstory up, but I’m lazy. The relaxation of playing a game . . . not relaxing. It was stressful, actually. I think I will go back to front in the series when I put the backstory together for the Soap Opera Series. This is frustrating at best. Meh. Moving on.
I think, as a writer of melodrama, the greatest opportunities come from reading something that is akin to getting ice water in the face when one is comfortably warm and dry.
Continue reading “Don’t Let The Butt Bugs Bite!”
I wonder if insomnia is just part of being a writer, or if it’s part of being a writer like me, or if it’s just me.
I’m of that age, yes, when the Muppet Show was on broadcast television. I’m also of the age when The Sims first came out. My first Sim experience was a disaster, a sad and lonely little digital guy who tended to sit in his bathtub and cry because he had no friends. Moving on.
Continue reading “The Continuing Sto-o-o-ory of a Quack Who’s Gone to the Sims”