No Skimping Here

When streamlining a writing project, keep all shears, pruners, hatchets, and chisels away from your protagonists. They are the story.

Make the main characters real. Make them quirky. Make them funny and sad, wry and dry, silly and oh-so not silly.

The words and effort you’ve saved from all that honing of plot, pile enthusiastically onto your lead actors.  Never skimp here, my friends. Never.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe    

Once Again Folly

So, I have once again thrown all my attention into something that will inevitably be revealed as folly.

I have given myself one week to finish this little escapade into foolishness, promising myself to have it sent off to its publisher before Thanksgiving barrels into town.

The chance of this getting accepted teeters between absurdity and big, fat joke. But I persist, as always. The tailless dog chasing its stump.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

The Fail Motto

Well, this certainly won’t help.

With two novels already on the stalled literary assembly line, I’ve just crammed three new writing projects onto the old conveyor belt. Two short stories and a “thing” I have yet to define.

My motto: if you’re going to fail, fail spectacularly.

Until Monday…

Chloe

Post-note: Travel day tomorrow so no blog. Keep a firm upper lip, people. *winks*

The Seafaring Coward

Ok, change of plans.

*the crowd snickers*

Alright, admittedly my plan-making as of late has left a lot to be desired.  The thought has been there. The desire has been keen, but the execution has been, well, rather crappy.

For two days I’ve been all set to put some hurt on the Six Brothers synopsis. I’ve been raring to go on bullying that darn chapter outline into two pages of coherency.

Well, best laid plans of mice and men and all that jazz.

Yesterday, after floundering quite embarrassingly on the Six Brothers for more hours than I wish to recall, I retreated to a known entity: the third book in “The Lion and the Steed” series.

Yeah, yeah, I know. Go ahead and say it.

“soccer mom in the second row yells helpfully, “Coward!”*

Spot on, ma’am. Thank you.

I didn’t linger too long on it, however. So it wasn’t as much a case of hiding in familiar romantic smut as a case of re-gathering my authorly wits in welcoming territory.

*the snickers return*

Like I said, I didn’t stay with book three the entire work day. I actually took a dip in The Sun and the Sand Cat for several hours and it is in these modern day West African waters I have decided to sail for a while.

With only another 10 to 15k to go on the agented romance, I need to get it done.

Hence, change of plans.

So, if anybody is looking for me today please check the gold mines of Guinea. Me and my authorly wits will be hanging out there for a while…

At least, that’s the plan.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe