It's been several months since I turned in a story to my critique group, so I decided that my writing goal for this week would be to complete a draft of something - I've got three stories I could conceivably wrap up and pitch for feedback. But nothing's bubbling. I'm hitting a road block. I know, big surprise
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The Kinglet had a THING today, leaving me free for my first real coffee office in months. I took the opportunity to work on my query for TO THE TOUCH, which I realize now was all too vague in its first incarnation. This leaves me with the conundrum of just how UN-vague to make it, as agents love to advise, on the subject of novel queries, 1)
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My Thanksgiving hosting adventure went fine, with only four minor injuries to my digits - and as I said on Facebook, the Celts knew the value of blood sacrifice. The dinner itself was picture-perfect. I am pleased.
My parents solved the feuding-siblings dilemma by having Thanksgiving breakfast with my brother and his family at IHOP. And thank
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The critique group that I joined last spring is part of a writing guild (I'm in a Guild. Doesn't that just sound elitist and awesome at the same time?) There are several crit groups that are part of it, focusing on different genres, but there are many public-oriented activities that they sponsor as well. For example, they hold regular "Get Out
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I haven’t journaled in awhile; writing anything when the Kinglet is near is extremely difficult, and while he’s in summer camp I guard those hours like Gollum guards his precious. Journalling? Naval-gazing! No time. My novel is so close to being finished… and yet still so far away. Progress is being made, and yet it is sooooo slooooow.