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If It Doesn’t Advance The Plot

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I was finishing up my last edits on Brigham Plaza when the quarantine hit, so I couldn't join my fellow writers in celebrating "all this extra free time" we had to write. But now that the book is with my editor, I've actually been using some of this "totally not anxiety- and stress-filled time" to do some exploratory writing. And you know what, faithful blog reader? It's nice. It's real nice and...

State of the WIP: Pandemic Edition

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My hope is that my novels distract you from that anger for a little while. But do remember: just because I'm still talking about my little cyberpunk hacker book doesn't mean I don't care about what's happening in the world. I do care. I care to the point that I can taste the anger.

You Can Have My Threesome When You Pry It From My Cold Dead Hands

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Soliciting feedback on a work in progress is a delicate dance. On the one hand, beta readers can point out huge holes in continuity that you can't see because you're too close to the project. On the other hand, they may claim your erotic dystopian cyber-thriller is too erotic. Then you have a decision to make: do you keep the chapter with the threesome as-is because it's the very crux of the...

On The Ending of Things

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I lied to some good people recently. I asked them to beta read my next book and told them it was complete. But it wasn't. In fact, it was missing its final five chapters, a section for which I coined a new term: the ending. Why the deceit, you ask? Because endings are hard, and you may not know how a story will end until you've been through it a few times.

You Don’t Say

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The characters have been talking a lot lately, as if they’re just sitting still, spinning their wheels. This happens sometimes when you’re following four POVs and only one is really churning. It’s easy to get discouraged, but the only answer is to press on. Write the lengthy conversations; later, we’ll come back and frame them in something more exciting than two ladies...

Chapter 16 – Thirty Minutes to Burn

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In a moment of panic, the overloaded server, unable to tell Danny from Tanzy, striped their bits in an alternating sequence in a single location, such that for a brief, wonderful cpu cycle, Danny felt closer to Tanzy than all the matter in the universe seconds before the big bang. He smelled her perfume, felt the memory of her tattoos climbing her legs, and somehow, like a second conscience...

The Engagement

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Jane couldn’t stop staring at the stubby fingers her client had draped over the side of his polished dress shoe. Everything about Randall Cochrane suggested a middle-aged man with just enough wealth to afford his bespoke suit and pressed shirts. He had short, salt and pepper hair cut close to his head; wireframe glasses sat atop a slightly crooked nose.

Hustle for that Flow

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Sometimes I like to talk as if I know the first thing about how to write stories. I do it mostly to psyche myself up, to convince Inner Daniel that we know what we're doing here and that everything is going to be alright. When morale is low, I try to focus on the things I know to be absolutes. One space after a period. Words go left to right. And my favorite: you gotta hustle for that flow...

And This is How I Revise

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I don't know anyone who enjoys revisions like I do. But then, I only know a few authors and they're all that weird, tight-lipped kind of writer who doesn't really want to talk about their "process" because either they're not confident in their process or, more likely, they're too confident in their process and they don't want to give away trade secrets to little old me. Yes, this combative stance...

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