Me: I don’t really know how to write it… Actually I’m beginning to think that every book I write I’m going to start by saying, “Okay, I don’t do this but…” Arkem: I was about to say. Me: The last one turned out okay, though, right? I don’t write thrillers. (But the first real book-like-thing […]
Me: I need my brain for other things. Arkem: Plotting. Me: Yep. (Pause) It sounds so much worse when you say it. Writers tend to fall into two categories: plotters and pantsers (as in by-the-seat-of-their-pants). I have always fallen into the make-it-up-as-I-go-along category, stumbling blindly through the story woodland and bumping into things and calling […]
I have a… problem isn’t the word, but it’s close. There’s this thing anyway with Drink Me where you can read it in a way that’s… not what I intended. I’ve been aware of it for a while now. And I don’t mind people reading it that way because honestly the idea of following that […]
I don’t write about real people or real events.* But sometimes real life sneaks in anyway. In Drink Me there is a throwaway line of description halfway through. It’s a very simple sketch outline of a piece of backstory that never comes into the book. It’s one line and one of my relatives read it, […]
Personally, I’m hanging out for ThinkGeek’s moodINQ – Programmable Tattoo System to become a reality.
So I’ve been going through my junk writing file. And partly because I wrote most of it while not fully conscious, and partly because I haven’t filed or tagged any of this stuff since some time in March, I’ve entirely forgotten writing most of what’s in there. Which is cool and weird and confusing. Cool […]