• MY Work

    In the Beginning — Constructing the First Pages

    So right now I’m at the beginning of this new book. 🙂 That’s me smiling because I’m loving who my main character is becoming. But this writing got me to thinking. These are the critical pages, dude (Hey, I’m seriously Californian, Southern Cal that is–yeah, I say dude.)…. These pages are where it’s all starting to happen. I’m painting her weaknesses, strengths–the initial world. You see characters have to arc. Let me repeat that. Characters have to ARC. That is, start out being one way and grow to be another. And it’s the acting and reacting to the things in her world that are throwing obstacles at her, which creates…

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    5 Reasons to NOT Write from Home… (now 6!)

    if you don’t have to… 1. The TV What more can I say. Right now I’m tuned into a rib and chicken cooking contest after only having a bowl of raisin bran. I sure would like to be one of those judges right now.  Precious writing minutes are dwindling away second by second. 2. You’re able to look around the room and think of everything else you have to do today, like the laundry, the dusting, paper shredding, pay bills, etc… And still, there’s the TV. So on top of ALL the tasks I have to do today, the TV is still there calling my name, sucking me into whatever…

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    The Artist LIVES!!!

    Again. Bam. No, really, it has been a long journey to get back here, to come full circle like this.  I feel like I did when I hula-hooped again, a few weeks ago in Seattle. See, I used to hula-hoop all the time when I was 8 years old.  However for the last two years, I’ve tried it again, and couldn’t get it going. That’s until I met the hippy at the marketplace who gave me a lesson, sold me a solid hula-hoop and told me to just go for it, “believe in yourself!” And I did go for it. She turns to look at her hula hoop resting against…

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    To Mold Him is to Love Him

    I mean the love interests of my main character… It’s more difficult when you’re not in love with anyone–attracted to anyone–nor dream of anyone in your real world. Like–I know what sort of man turns my head, generally, and keeps it there for more than two seconds and… strange enough… he generally looks like that portrait of Jesus Christ… I kid you not. And the last time I saw this particular guy was at the Fremont Marketplace, he was walking down the center street, splitting the vendors with long blonde dreads, that sexy long thin face, shallow beard and mustache–a tall guy too but he was playing this strange instrument…

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    Another Fiction Fade…

    See… I write EVERYDAY… I mean, every-single-day… And now it’s 11:45PM and I can hardly keep my eyes open but the story that I’m now working on, thanks to my breakthrough of finally being able to embody the main character some–well, a lot–(okay, enough), has come to a halt on this Saturday, May 7th… and this sucks. I wonder, if days like these, which I call Fiction Fade days, go away once your published, successful and only do one thing for a living–building fictional worlds? I woke up at 11:00AM because I drove 50 miles out to my mom’s house yesterday evening, even after a full day of being sick–but…