Grab Your Flashlight and Follow the Crazy Lady (Muse, That Is)
I spent much of yesterday morning messing up my website (that wasn’t my goal, I can assure you), and then desperately trying to restore it to its former not-so-glorious, but also not-so-crappy state. My afternoon and much of this morning was devoted to messing up my print files and trying to get Prodigal paperbacks placed with other distributors. Do you see a pattern here? No—not the part where I mess things up. The part where I do things other than writing… That’s right, I finally finished the rough rough (made your dogs look) draft of the second Dead Hollow book. Read more…
Confessions of a “Method” Writer (Pass the Tissues, Please)
I recently started reading Finders Keepers, the second book in Stephen King’s Mr. Mercedes trilogy. There seems to be a recurrent theme among readers of Stephen King, and even among readers of garden-variety serial killer or other dark crime thrillers. You’ll often see the question asked (or not asked, because people are too afraid to): What kind of person comes up with such twisted ideas? I suspect a close second is: What’s it like to write something like that? Do you have to sleep with the lights on? I’ve shared before that for me, the depth and quality of my emotional involvement with Read more…
Escaped from Behind the Desk: Postcards from the Pacific Northwest
BE ADVISED: This is a photo-heavy post, in case you want to switch out your viewing device to avoid frustration. 😉 Me here, back at my desk. Shh… I think the ants are under control, at least so far as my laptop goes. (Did I mention I put Vaseline on the power cord?) I am up to my eyeballs in the complexities of Dead Hollow Book 2, but I thought I’d take a quick break to share some photos from the off-island adventures that enabled the buggers to become entrenched in our absence. Off one island anyway… where do you Read more…
Welcomed Home by the Other Red Army
Ah, home again, after a two week, multi-location odyssey (Hilo to Austin to New Orleans to Seattle to San Juan Island and back to Hilo, if you’re keeping track). There was relatively little pet drama while we were gone, although Fred did shred his Thunder Shirt at the kennel. And there were no rats squatting in our house, as happened the last time we visited Sydney’s home state (see Vacation Interlopers). However, there were other squatters, or at least a change of behavior in the pre-existing residents. Which is why I just put Vaseline on my laptop. Not directly. I Read more…
My First Podcast Interview: Babbling, but Thankfully No Bad Canadian Jokes
Happy Friday! I was going to go blogless this week (sounds like missing a support garment) but then something came up that I had to share. Drum roll… Last summer, I did my very first podcast interview, and it’s just gone live. Seriously–me with talky words! I didn’t remember a thing I said during the whole thing until I read the transcript five minutes ago. But here’s what I do remember, for a little peek behind the curtain on the realities of getting a podcast to air. The internet was not our friend. Living in the East Hawaii boonies, I Read more…
^