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Closing in on the end

I believe I’ll be done the first draft of “The Last Black Swan” in about a week. Lately it’s been going more slowly than I like. Part of it was that this week I had two days away from writing … Continue reading

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I can’t believe I did that

So here I am, living the dream, and suddenly I’m not happy with my novel. I’m doing everything right – right? Writing every day, getting the action going early, bulling on through with my usual spit-it-out-and-fix-it-later approach. Although I don’t … Continue reading

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I hate indecision. Or maybe not.

Having spent a large chunk of my life in the world of The Swan Harp in recent months, I decided to go for a change of pace and work on a YA SF dystopian-future transgenic-human novel. I wrote about 7000 … Continue reading

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Benefits of the Binge

There’s a negative connotation to the word “binge”. It suggests a lack of control and discipline. As a survivor of probably a dozen binges or more over the last six years, I think there’s something to be said for them. … Continue reading

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Break it down

Most of what I write is microfiction, stories under a thousand words. Five years ago, the prospect of writing a whole novel was daunting, almost unthinkable. Today I have a completed first draft of one novel, the bones of a … Continue reading

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The curse of the drinking classes

The original is “Drink: the curse of the working classes”, but I prefer one that a manager of mine, nearly thirty years ago now, said one Friday afternoon. “Work: the curse of the drinking classes.” Work is also the curse … Continue reading

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Another thing to celebrate

My husband and I got married twice. In November of 1984 we had a handfasting. The ceremony had no legal standing, but it was what we wanted – or at least what I wanted. Twenty-one years later, give or take … Continue reading

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