Ah, the good old days. When writers didn't share every minutiae of their lives. When men were men and women knew their place. ...Wait, scratch that last part. Maybe the good old days were not so good. I am the worst of the worst when it comes to sharing about my writing on Facebook and other social media. I will tell you everything. My fan page is basically a livetweet of whatever I'm writing at the time. This can lead to problems. Right now it looks like a running tally of deleted scenes and written-out characters of a book that I ended up having to put aside. Social media is too alluring, too tempting for lonely writers to resist. We have forgotten the fact that writers are supposed to do this alone, we're supposed to feel disconnected. It makes us better able to examine the world at large and comment upon it. (In books, you guys. No one cares how you feel about Benghazi on Twitter).
Which reminds me, I've had to put my vampire novel Blood Day aside for a while. I've tried to write it every which way, and some parts work and some parts don't. I just need to come back to it in a year or two and figure out which is which. My main problem was that I didn't plan it out. I never expected to be the kind of writer that needs an outline, but it turns out, I am. Writing by the seat of my pants apparently doesn't work for me. Writing without knowing what I need to write about just ends up being my characters wandering around aimlessly and being annoyingly angsty. That might work if this was a teenage vampire story, but this is horror, son. It needs structure.
So here I am, complaining about oversharing, and I'm oversharing again. Typical. Somebody just take my internet away. And in the spirit of oversharing, I'm dedicating all my time to writing the sequel to Jenny Undead, titled Eat the Ones You Love. I'm really excited and hope to have it done soon. My last post was a cover reveal, but I'll share it again because it's so fucking great.
Which reminds me, I've had to put my vampire novel Blood Day aside for a while. I've tried to write it every which way, and some parts work and some parts don't. I just need to come back to it in a year or two and figure out which is which. My main problem was that I didn't plan it out. I never expected to be the kind of writer that needs an outline, but it turns out, I am. Writing by the seat of my pants apparently doesn't work for me. Writing without knowing what I need to write about just ends up being my characters wandering around aimlessly and being annoyingly angsty. That might work if this was a teenage vampire story, but this is horror, son. It needs structure.
So here I am, complaining about oversharing, and I'm oversharing again. Typical. Somebody just take my internet away. And in the spirit of oversharing, I'm dedicating all my time to writing the sequel to Jenny Undead, titled Eat the Ones You Love. I'm really excited and hope to have it done soon. My last post was a cover reveal, but I'll share it again because it's so fucking great.
I've been told by more than one reader that this is exactly how they pictured Jenny, so I'm pretty excited.
But enough oversharing. The weather is gorgeous here in Oregon (sorry Eastcoasters!), which mostly means good writing weather. So I'm firing up a pot of coffee and getting ready to finish plotting this bad boy out. Because plotting is my thing. Apparently.
But enough oversharing. The weather is gorgeous here in Oregon (sorry Eastcoasters!), which mostly means good writing weather. So I'm firing up a pot of coffee and getting ready to finish plotting this bad boy out. Because plotting is my thing. Apparently.
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