Doesn’t it make Pretty Red Runnels as It Bleeds?

Got Mark’s story back from the evil [info]dina_james  and it is bloody. I have my work cut out for me.

One thing she told me to back off from is including what things smell like. Here I was thinking it gave depth to my scene building but it knocked her out of my story repeatedly. *facepalm*

Sigh, eventually I will get this stuff down. I promise.

since sad writer is sad, have a funny

A Publishing Industry Glossary

My favorite?

Typewriter–the best writing device ever to use as a murder weapon.

Thanks to  aka Kat Richardson for sharing. BTW, have you read her Greywalker novels yet?

I have been writing, really!

Regular posts around here are not so regular, but I have been writing, promise. I can prove it too. Here’s a snippit of what I wrote today. Now, remember that standard disclaimers apply*. 🙂

June has just met her familiar Peaches in a horrible rainstorm. It is the next morning and June’s clothes are soaked. She wiggled her wet jeans on but does not want to put shoes on over soaked socks.

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“Here let me help,” Peaches walked over to her lap and brought his nose up against the soaked white cotton sock. “This is small enough I can dry it myself and show you how it is done.”

June heard a hum, or ringing tone, like a small silver bell struck once. Wisps of steam began to rise from the sock; her fingers felt the wet cotton grow warm, then dry. Her nose caught the scent of just-out-of-the-dryer mixed with dirty sock. She wrinkled her face and dropped the sock.

“Ick,” she said and held her nose. “That stinks.”

The cat looked at her with amused eyes. “All I did was dry it, not wash it. It is dry enough to wear without damaging your paws. Please hold up the other one for me.”

Confused, and good at following orders, she picked up the other wet sock.

“Now, this time I want you to think. What can you tell me about when I dried the other sock?”

June said, “It got warm and dry.”

“Anything else?” Peaches asked, with feline patience.

She thought a moment then said, “I heard a musical note.” She hummed it.  “Like that.”

“Good,” he said, “That tells me your musically inclined.”

“Oh yes,” June interrupted, “I was in chorus and took private lessons in voice and piano all growing up.”

“That is how we will proceed then,” Peaches said and looked up at her, his pupils caught her attention like magnets. “I want you to hum that note again,”

“A high E,” June interrupted.

“Indeed,” he said, and waited a moment before continuing. “Hum or sing it. But this time, put force behind it, your will, and imagine your sock becoming warm.”

“Like in a dryer?” she asked.

“That will do. Now try.”

June held out the sock at arm’s length. Thinking that this was all so weird, she pictured the sock in a dryer and sung the note.

Nothing happened.

“No, no,” Peaches said, “Put your will into it. Project yourself!” he hissed.

Words so close to her favorite chorus teacher struck home. Ms. Margirette said so many times to sing from your gut preparing June for her solo at the Winter Concert she would never, ever forget. So she tried again. Eyes closed, she sang from the depths of her soul.

The sock skipped warm and went to hot. Scorching steam burnt her fingers and she let go and stuck her fingers in her mouth. “Gah! Shit! That hurt!”
 

* These are raw words, no editing has been done. Your patience with any errors is appreciated.

My WIP June and Peaches aka Dark and Stormy Night is now at

 

5404 / 100000 words. 5% done!

How Not to Market Your Book

I found this in a post on Reddit today. Link here. Warning: Original post has slight NSFW language.

"You put a ton of hard work into your novel, your husband publishes his short story, your wife wrote a novelette… and I could care less, but then I’d be into negative caring and that’s quantifiable.

Presumably, after you complete a challenging work you want recognition. This is expected and, if the work is good, deserved. However, these ‘I, I, me, me, mine’ headlines are doing it wrong. Your ego doesn’t need the service of redditors’ eyes nearly as much as your work does. What does a novel release announcement need to get recognition? It sure as hell isn’t "Finally finished my book!" tacked to a link to buy it on Amazon.

Before you kneejerk, just imagine someone trying to sell you a car this way. "It’s hot off the assembly line! A lot of people worked really hard to build it!" Great. Sounds no different than every car ever.

Dress these …headlines up, …. Make them sound cool, and sell some …books. Write up a teaser that shows your work’s best face, and draw us into the plot with just the headline. Give us a blurb about your novel and who you are after we know it’s good… There are lots of ways to approach this.

Think of this as a headline writing workshop if you’d like. If you can think of a good approach to drawing in redditors’ attention to a novel you’ve finished (even if you haven’t finished one), throw it out there.

These poor quality headlines have been making me sick for years, and I’m darn-tootin’ fed up."

Yes, the best way to market your book is to not anger the person reading your announcement/ad. Sounds simple, doesn’t it? I learned a good lesson here, did you? Good. 🙂

Still Alive…And Wrote Some Even

Hi guys, I tried to post yesterday but had computer issues. Firefox had become so unstable that it wouldn’t bring up livejoural at all. It kept telling me the server not found. Geez! Well, I tried a few things, but ended up uninstalling and re-installing Firefox 4 this morning and it seems to be working so far *crosses-fingers*.

I did write yesterday, added around 600 words to my new story. Now at 3,006 words. Whoo Hoo! The title is temporarily called "Dark and Stormy Night" and yes, I will find a better title eventually.    I hope.

EXCERPT

This is from the protag, June’s introduction. Her life has just crumbled around her. She is driving to visit a friend in California who told her the place she works at is hiring. Standard disclaimers apply: This is a rough draft, little or no editing has been done. Your patience with grammar and spelling errors is appreciated thank you. 

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She leaned forward over the steering wheel, eyes squinted. The headlights of the old converted 2010 Taurus struggled to chase enough of the night away for her to see the fog line. On each hill, June cursed her cheap-ass gas to electric conversion job; so poorly done the headlights dimmed going up the gentlest incline.

The storm was just the latest thing to go wrong in June’s life. Graduating college with a bachelors and a crushing student loan balance, she hustled to find a job. Job found, she relaxed into a budget that kept her fed and her creditors mollified, and then the company went through Chapter 13 and laid off half the workforce.  Less than six months of seniority meant June went in the first wave.

“It sucks to be me,” she grumbled under the popping dance tune at loud enough volume she could hear it over the thunder. “Yeah, and I call Jason the jerk the next day to cry on my so called boyfriend’s shoulder and another woman answers his cell phone and tells me Jason asked her to marry him so fuck-off honey and don’t call again.” June smacked the wheel in her hands. “Then the bastard comes on the line, tells me it’s true and hangs up on me!” The windshield wipers hesitate, then quit from the impact. June flicked the switch violently to get them to turn on again.

More writing is planned today. So I hope to add more words. Bug me on twitter @slweippert to make sure I do it. Okay?

As You See Me Fly By….

No, I have not fallen off the ends of the Earth. Finals are next week and they have all my attention, even writing is suspended at this time. No new words since last report, but I do have enough for the July writers retreat minimum. I’m just holding out for a few hundred more words or so…*sings beautiful dreamer*

Ta-Ta