Oh, I think I could tell you a story about his eyes! Image via Wikimedia Commons
Last week, I had a good writing week, and I’m afraid I’ve been squeeing about it in several places. It’s the first time I’ve written “The End” since the end of November 2014, so I’ve been ridiculously happy and maybe somewhat obnoxious about it. I could put a lot of qualifiers on it – it’s just a draft, it’s not even 7,000 words, there’s probably some big and gaping hole that I can’t even see in the creative afterglow – but I don’t care about that. I just want to do it again. And again. And again!
So, I’ve been searching for something I’ve done differently – something that I can adapt into some sort of talisman or ritual, something that doesn’t involve blood sacrifice or extra housework. Something that would be a pleasure to do every day.
Well, I’ve reviewed the week, and there are three things that are different.
The many aspects of Valentine’s Day. Love is a lot more complicated than “Roses are Red . . .” and a lot more diverse than Boy-Meets-Girl. (via Wikimedia Commons)
Valentine’s Day can be fraught with expectations, and it seems that these days we almost need to put a trigger warning on the topic because so many vocal people have been so badly traumatized by the holiday.
But I’d like to start this Valentine Week from the perspective of plenty. You may not have the perfect love partner, or indeed any love partner. But if you think of love in a broader sense, it’s a good day to be thankful for the love in your life. That might be family, or friends, or a pet. One thing is for sure, though. If you are reading this blog, you have a love for romantic stories. Let’s share the love. Continue reading
Santa’s got a lot of stories to tell.
Everyone knows that no matter what religion a writer follows, all she wants for Christmas is a goddamn breakthrough in the story, and six to 12 hours of perfect flow in which to write it. Good luck wrapping that and getting it under the Christmas tree.
I took a look at several “Christmas gifts for writers” lists, and found some interesting results. Nobody seems to recommend fancy stuff like writing programs. I don’t know if those are too personal to be given as gifts, or if they are too expensive. Continue reading