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.
Last night, I powered through the last six chapters of Brigham Plaza to get a sense of how they feel as a whole. I put a lot of work into making the climax of the book satisfying while still leaving a few stingers in the denouement to help you come down. And yet, it was the final page, after the epilogue, that I found to contain the most exciting line of the entire book. At least, in my...
As of 9:00 p.m. last night, I have completed principal writing on Vinestead Anthology book six, Brigham Plaza. It took about 11 months to finish the initial draft, rewrite several chapters, rewrite them again, and rewrite them once more until everything was just so. There is still a long way to go, but I won't be making any more changes to the story. And there were so many changes. Some banal...
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...
Some things never change. I've been writing stories and novels for a long time now, and though I'm no longer in the posting word counts to Twitter every day phase, I still feel the need to share the milestones with someone... anyone, basically. There's just something about putting the last period on the final sentence in the last chapter and saying there it is; this draft is complete that makes...
You wish you had a girlfriend. You wish you had some friends. You don't like living in Provo. You haven't spoken to mom and dad since graduation. They call sometimes. You ignore them. You need to get your life together.
It was done anyway. Danny knew it. So what did it matter how he greeted the man who had come to kill him? So many times in his life, he’d felt unsafe, unsure of what might happen. But now… now he was home. These were his walls keeping out the cold and his floors warming his feet.
What a mess. Don't get me wrong, I love this new book. And a lot of the feedback I've been getting from beta readers is largely positive. Except for the one who didn't like the sex scenes. Or the one who thinks there's too much cussing. Or all of them who are lost because they don't have the entire Vinestead Anthology completely memorized. That's why I don't write sequels. And yet, I think I did...
This is it. Only 8 chapters remain in the zero draft of Vinestead Book 6, tentatively (but likely) titled Brigham Plaza. It is a story of connection and withdrawal, of alliances and grudges, but mostly sex and drugs.
Almost three weeks have passed since the launch of Hybrid Mechanics, and since you've already purchased, read, and reviewed that book on Amazon, I thought I'd clue you in on what's coming next. You'll be happy to know that while Hybrid Mechanics was with my editor, I was already working on a new book, tentatively titled Brigham Plaza.
