Showing posts from June, 2011

Post from the blog that brought us NaNo

Read it, thought it was interesting :

I seem to dive into ideas without knowing everything about the setting or, especially, characters. Which is fine, but it annoys Buzzy and then, you know, I have to revise and....I'm not exactly very good at that yet.

I kind of like the idea of just free writing the idea down.

Regency House Party, or, visual research

This is Part One of Regency House Party. I'm only up to watching Part 9 on YouTube. It's interesting because it's obviously modern people trying to live by Regency era rules and customs--analogous to me writing a story taking place in that time and trying not to litter my characters with too many modern notions of personal freedom or independence or political correctness.

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Revision Methods

It might seem premature to be revising when I'm nowhere near finished with this piece, BUT...Buzzy won't let me rest. I'm sorry. Buzzy, the Inner Editor, has a pathological hatred of the Shitty First Draft method.

I've proven that I can write and finish an entire first draft. Alas, I'm not such a genius that I can write a magically perfect first draft, so revision is required. What I thought was "revising"...isn't. Not really. I remember correcting spelling, grammar, punctuation, crossing out pointless passages and writing long, sharp remarks about how fixing this would make sense and how a scene about this here would make the flow better...and I rewrite parts of it.

But, yeah, nothing has really happened there. I wasn't--still am not--entirely sure how to revise a 200-something page book.

So...I'm going to take this one 50 pages at a time. I'm going to do this using the different methods written and explained in the August 2011 issues of

Some Administrative Blogness

Just a quick update to let you know of a few changes that some of you may not have been aware of on the blog.

1) There are reaction buttons at the bottom of each post. Check them for a quick comment. They range from "funny" to  "huh?"

2) You can through posts and links via the search bar. That way, you don't have to wade through the different labels looking for something, if one so desires.


Alexandra Keegan is born in January 1794 in Boston. She is Miles Keegan's oldest child, though he doesn't meet her until she's a few months old, because he's settled in Barbados and gotten married. Alex's mother, who she doesn't know much about except that she's American, named Mary, and was likely part Native American, was a "wild girl." In the 1790s, a lot could make you a "wild girl."

Miles, being a young, rich, single guy, had a regular mistress--Alex's mother--who he broke things off with before he moved to Barbados and married. Mary realizes she's pregnant, gives birth, then abandons the baby with Miles's best friend before disappearing herself. So when Miles comes to Boston to claim his daughter, he faces no opposition and has the baby christened, finally. Nick's been calling the kid "Alexandra" because his mother is named Alexandria, so Miles tacks on "Hannah" for his own mother and Alexandra H…
I'm trying to figure out exactly how I have managed to forget how to write proper paragraphs of description.

Because what I have down, so far, in 48 pages of this particular rehash is....a teensy bit of description and a lot of dialogue. Streams of dialogue. It's starting to look more like my ScriptFrenzy challenge than any of the other past books I have written.

But: I have an idea of where this one is going. As in, we begin with father and two children moving into the neighborhood. Part One is consumed with them fitting into the society in their new country/ village/ etc. Part Two...remains to be seen. Somehow, the father meets and courts a widow in London and then, somehow, travels to France during the very short Treaty of Amiens.

Why? Why the hell not?

I'm going to get this up to 50 and then put a halt on it and revise the first 50 pages into something more acceptable for Buzzy. Hopefully, by doing so, Delilah (my muse) will reappear.

I'll blog about the quickie re…

A short post on concert (or really, any live performance) etiquette

A few things one should never do during a concert, play, musical...but this one is more about concerts, since I was just at one. With contributions by Sunny. 

1. Videos and pictures are awesome! Take them! However, if you're going to be at a show and insist on staring at your iphone/crackberry the entire time, either monitoring twitter or Facebook, then perhaps you should go to the nearest cafe and do that kind of thing there. 
2. No cheerleading formations, please. Especially if there's been drinking!
3. Please don't try to impress your valley girl girlfriend by making ludicrous statements such as, "I like the first band [SafetySuit] better than the Script." Really man, it's just embarrassing, they are the headlining act for a reason. So unless you work for Rolling Stone just shut up and hold her drinks.
4. To the crazy ninjas in the crowd: Please don't shove your elbows into people's faces after you spent half the concert on your fancy picnic blanket. I…

The Script. 6/4/11. Rumsey Playfield.

Before I go into dreamland and must wake up for more Adventures in Retail, I wanted to jot down a few things that happened during the concert.

Upon reaching the end of the line to wait for gates to open. Rei: "Thank fuck!"Lead singer of opening band, Safetysuit, says, "We're playing the greatest city in the world." Crowd cheers. Jessi: "Aww. I bet they say that in every city."Lead singer during "We Cry," singing the last bits of "together we cry-y. Cry-y." Goes down front row, thrusting the mike into peoples' faces. Lead singer: "together we cry-y." Random Front Row Person: (very off-key) "Cr-yyyyy" Everyone else: cringingBefore playing "Nothing."Guitarist: "So if you have a drink, cheers. If you don't...I can't fucking help you there. By a show of hands, how many of you drunk dial? Drunk dialing, drunk texting, twitter, facebook...all the same thing. Those of you who raised your hands,…
Dear Buzzy,

I know you're just concerned that this story isn't good and it won't turn out well and why the hell are these latest scenes so boring when it began with such promise.

I know how you feel.

But it would be nice if you could perhaps go away and just let me write the damn thing before we start picking it apart. As we've learned before, editing while still writing the piece equals nothing to show for the effort afterwards.

Plus, now that we have the very timely issue of Writer's Digest--with huge articles all about how to revise--perhaps this time, the revision will actually be a revision instead of a copyedit. And then I can finish it, polish it, and send it out into the world.

'Cause I accept that the finished books I've written are good enough as building blocks, but this one cannot be like that. Why? 'Cause I say so.

So, Buzzy, I'm begging you--just leave me alone for a while. K, thx, bye!