July 10th, 2009


Things I have been called.

People keep trying to define me. This is okay, because it is funny. In the past few months, I have been called...

...the bastard love child of Neil Gaiman and Charles de Lint. (Biologically implausible!)
...Charles Addams crossed with Dorothy Parker. (This would make an awesome alternate-world supernatural romance FROM HELL.)
...a combination of Stephen King, Warren Ellis, and Rainbow Brite. (Angry cartoon horror author attacks city, film at eleven, evacuation at eleven seventeen.)

Have I mentioned recently that I am way too easily amused?
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Write! Right? Fifty MORE thoughts on writing.

A year ago, I posted my fifty thoughts on writing, which has since managed to turn into an essay series (don't ask me how that keeps happening to me). Naturally, my thinking about writing didn't stop with those initial fifty thoughts, and working on the essays has just made me think about writing even more. It's a little disturbing. I've spent the last year a) writing at a pace that makes me wonder what the hell I've been doing with myself for most of my life (oh, yeah—having a life), b) revising at a similar pace, and c) thinking about writing enough that it's a miracle that I haven't managed to set myself on fire. Just give me a little more time.

I've also spent the past year really digging myself into the reality of what it means to be a professional writer, even if I am not yet full-time. So today, because I still believe firmly in the art of over-sharing, I've decided to write down some more of my conclusions about writing...and my conclusions about what it means to be a working writer, which means that some of these may be less universally applicable, but may still be helpful for relating to the writers in your life. You may look at my list and go "wow, she's totally out of her tiny little blonde mind." You may look at this list and go "wow, I never thought of it that way." And either way is totally fine. My method of writing is not yours. Your method of writing is not mine. And we should all be very grateful for that, because if we cloned my muse, the world would rapidly run out of absinthe and cherry pie.

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