Here it comes, folks! And I’m going to be in it!
If you follow me on Twitter or know me from Scribophile, you’re already aware I write fiction of the 100-to-1000 word variety. I’m new at it, but my love for short stuff is almost forty years old. It all started with this:
So I was a morbid kid. What can I say?
[Caution: If you’re on the lookout for animated GIFs, try another blog.]
That was never the question. Not for this gal, anyway.
Let me explain.
I’m not really a social media fanatic. In 2013, I went Facebook-free and enjoyed twelve months of liking-sharing-can-you-solve-this-puzzle-in-under-one-minute darkness. Twas bliss. Read more
Waiting is hard. It’s hard for patient people. And I’m not very patient.
When I hear that little glass ting sound from my laptop, I run. It means I’ve gotten an email with the word ‘query’ in the subject line. And an email with ‘query’ in the subject line means I’ve gotten a response from an agent. Read more
I don’t remember the last time in my life when I was this busy.
It wasn’t when I started an IT consulting company and had to learn all about corporate taxation inside of a month.
It wasn’t when I wrote my dissertation. Read more
I live for this kind of thing!
Now that I’ve recovered from turkey, trimmings, and typing, I’m back. It’s been a long couple of months, but the work has paid off — figuratively, at least. I won National Novel Writing Month, have an 83,000-word book to show the world, and even managed to get that pesky Christmas tree decorated. (I don’t have to undecorate it yet, do I?) Lucky Thirteen – my first adult novel – consumed the dreary days of winter. I’ll be posting a few teasers soon, so stay tuned. Meanwhile, here’s a tidbit from this non-political thriller featuring – you guessed it! – a linguist. Read more
This year, I write.
Between August and now, I’ve written a 76,000-word young adult novel (no, it doesn’t include vampires), drafted two chapters and a proposal for a middle-grade book about linguistics (agents are running away, screaming), and begun working on an adult thriller. Oh, and I know as much as can be known about the literary agent and publishing business as one can learn in three-months’ time.
It’s tough, but the writing continues.
This article, and Dogespeak in particular, reminds me of my time in Abu Dhabi and what I liked to call Abu Dhabi Pidgin. Not a day would go by when I didn’t hear this from a taxi driver:
Love it love it love it.