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Running on the beach and making peace with the water gods

By on Jul 19, 2013 in watcher of the skies, writing | 2 comments

I’ve spent the last week here at the coast, the lovely North Carolina coast. When I first came here a decade ago, I was shocked that such a place existed. In my experience, the ocean had only been cold and unforgiving, full of rocks and churning waves (I’d had two near drownings before 12, and let’s just say we had a tenuous relationship at best). But here is a calmer, gentler, warmer side of Neptune. The white sands, the blooming yucca, the magnificent dunes covered in cactus and Gaillardia and sea oats. The waves that come up to my knees and don’t tower overhead. The blue-green waters, the dolphins, the sweet breeze. When I’m  here, I achieve a certain kind of mental zen, an odd white noise of thought brought about by the landscape that’s unlike any other place. I’m not a beach person. I should point that out. Sand, sunscreen, and beach...

Look into my brain, why don’t you?

By on Jun 22, 2013 in watcher of the skies, writing | 0 comments

I’m almost finished with Watcher of the Skies. Hitting that point where I feel it all whooshing to the conclusion. And rather than show you a snippet, I thought I’d just let you take a look. I’ve been busy at the Pinterest board, and it’s got a lot of spoilers in it. Or, at least, to me, it does. It might not to you. A bit Regency, a bit Classical, a bit Victorian… and lots and lots of water. Joss’s story is sad. Sadder than I thought it was going to be when I started. It’s still got a lot of light moments, including a pair of cats named Puke and Shit. As you do. Last, from the poem that inspired the title:   On first looking into Chapman’s Homer, by John Keats   MUCH have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one...

I didn’t have much to tell him

By on Mar 13, 2013 in writing | 0 comments

I didn’t have much to tell him.

“I fought in the war,” I said. “I had a child. Though I have not watched him grow, for I was not well acquainted with his mother. Not properly, anyway. I fear I have disappointed you in not living a truly upright existence.”

He laughed. “As if I could tame you, Joss! You, creature of lightning and water and energy. Gods, if I could ever bottle but a fraction of your essence, or whatever it makes you what you are, I would be a king among men. You never have fit into my understanding of the world. Nor by Diana’s nor Mary’s law. You are utterly unique, and you opened my mind and understanding in a way I have never managed since. I will be forever mystified and grateful for that chance meeting we had, and the short time I counted you among my dearest.”

William Wordsworth to Joss Raddick, 1818. Watcher of the Skies

It’s not fun until someone loses an eye.

By on Jun 29, 2010 in fantasy, indigo and ink, weird, WIP, writing | 2 comments

I grossed myself out today during writing. I don’t know if it’s because the AC is broken and it’s 90 degrees up here and the humidity is through the roof, but I apparently needed to outdo myself in fiction. It was one of those weird moments where I’d planned for the scene to go one way and it took a sharp, brutal detour in a direction I hadn’t anticipated. Like the title says, someone literally loses an eye in the process. Of his own volition. I can get away with a bit that I normally couldn’t in Dev’s narrative, because he’s on this Dante-esque journey. I’ve got to hit some of those high notes. But I realize whenever I talk about these chapters (which together work almost like a novella in the middle of the novel) I sound a bit daft. Anyway, I wanted to start recapping my writing progress with a little more panache, so I’m...

Movin’ right along… footloose and fancy free…

By on May 4, 2010 in indigo and ink, WIP, writing | 6 comments

Finally had a chance to do a little bit of writing today. The weekend was horrible, and writing was not an option. I had an epically bad reaction to medication on Saturday (I am a lightweight of unparalleled proportions) and was in no shape to be writing. I mean, I do have a drug addict in the book, and maybe (just maybe) I could have mustered something insightful or interesting. But honestly, just looking at the computer made me feel ill. So, none of that. However, progress is continuing. Not a huge day for output, but just under 4K for the day and I’m not complaining at all. I had a lot to catch up on. Oddly, this was one of those times where I was finishing a scene (gun shopping!) and had no real idea how I was going to get to point B when, literally, it dawned on me. Plot twist + something more at stake = win. Happy writer. So, guns were bought, blood was spilled, insults...