So I completely and utterly failed NaNoWriMo this year as I only managed to squeeze out about 18.5K. I don’t know how people can write more than 1000 words a day, every day. I just don’t. I burn out. On a good day I’ll get out about 1500 words, but the next day I’ll be [...]
Their first touch was gentle, and in it Sumire could taste his hesitation and fear. That first kiss was a question, a request for permission, chaste and sweet and not a little shy. They broke apart for the space of a breath, noses still nuzzled against each other’s cheeks, their lips still clinging as though reaching for an answer.The Education of Sumire Min
“I…”
She captured that question before it escaped his parted mouth with her own, breathing her answer into his. He deepened the kiss, and she met his ardor with her own. For every little nudge she felt, she pressed back harder, and she felt his kisses like a wish from him, like begging, and she could only respond yes, yes, yes with her own longing. Yes, please, yes, yes, yes…
As Miss Ackerley gestured grandly towards her interior decoration, Sir Corliss recalled with a start Theodora's rather unsettling habit of placing a possessively plump hand on his arm (sometimes it was other appendages) at unexpected moments. He tried to extricate himself from her grip discreetly but to no avail.From a middle-grade incarnation of my novel
Back when I first started writing ELIJAH’S CHARIOT (or whatever the hell my work-in-progress will actually be called), it was a middle grade novel. I found the old file again and got a little nostalgic. There are some stylistic differences between YA and middle grade, but what I like about my middle grade incarnation is [...]
Children were forgiven and forgotten, but young ladies were fallen. She picked at the frayed cuffs on Raphael's sleeves, wondering when she had gone from forgotten to fallen, wondering if she could ever return to that prelapsarian state.Work in progress
Yeah, it’s from my novel. It’s a darling. Meaning it will probably get killed at some point. Still, I think this might be a fun exercise. All you writers have darlings? Little snippets of writing you absolutely love and would be resistant to parting with? Post them here!
Write What You Know
I’ve been thinking lately about the old adage write what you know, mostly because I either live with or know people with fascinating life stories who are also writers. (I’m looking at you, Russ, and you, Wicked Cool Riley. Plz to be writing your memoirs immediately and sending me the manuscripts. Kthx.) I, on the [...]
It Doesn't Pay To Be An Early Riser For a Worm
First things first: Wolverine Art Appreciation Month or How JJ Woke Up To Find Her Art History Degree and Her Love of Comic Books Secretly Had a Lovechild Behind Her Back. Secondly, I have now become that sort of person who wakes up at the crack of dawn. I mean this quite literally: as the [...]
Heroes in a Half Shell!
Once again, stolen from Overheard in New York: Eight-year-old son: Dad, I can’t even tell the Ninja Turtles apart! They all look the same, they just have different bandages and stuff. Dad: Well, do you know their names? Son: Uhhh… There’s the blue one… Armadillo? Leonardo, it’s LEONARDO, kid. Come on, these mutant turtles were [...]
I Have Witnessed The Greatest Minds of My Generation
It is really and truly refreshing to socially geek with other people after what feels like months of being socially Greek. I have never once been seduced by the thought of rushing a sorority (okay, so that’s a lie; the thought has crossed my mind once or twice) being as I went to Sorority High [...]
Show Me Some Love
