Thursday, November 7, 2013


Books take time.  It’s a difficult concept to grasp until you worked on one.  Things will occur to you between the first and final draft, sometimes months later.  We just now figured out the right epilogue to Clean Sweep.  This morning.  We had finished it what, early summer?  It’s almost as if the narrative is a wine and it needs to age to reach a certain maturity level.  That’s when the structure of the story becomes apparent and suddenly you realize that you need to cut twenty thousand words because the book is better for it.  So my advice is, don’t put artificial direction on your story.  Go wild.  Write what makes you happy, finish it, and then, once done, step back and evaluate it.

-Ilona Andrews

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

So, I'm moving again.

This will be the third time I'll be moving in a year. Geez.

Glad for the move though, finally I would have time to write full time.

Speaking of writing, guess what? It's NOVEMBER which means NANOWRIMO.

Gah, I'm such a masochist.

To make matters worst I decided to pull out DreamWalkers from the idea book and though I have some idea about what it's about, I'm pretty much winging it at this point. I don't know whether that's a good thing or a bad one.

Well, at least I'm writing.

There were things that happened which brought several questions to the front of my mind, certain doubts if you will, that made me rethink about the big decisions that I made in the last 10 years. 

And though I don't regret that I made them, I regret the consequences that the people around me had to live with because of it. It's strange to say it, but the bottom-line is I feel guilty for not feeling guilty enough.

...only humans would be this complicated, right?

Other than a little cough and feeling a little lazy and sluggish, I'm good. I hope that things would only get better from now.