A hitch in the giddy up

I got over that one chapter, but ran smack into the exposition chapter.


And I don’t mind the expo chapter. I actually like them, reading and writing. But this is the… fourth version of this I’ve written this year. Little changes in the timeline (and more than one HUGE change in the timeline) makes for big changes in the actual words of the expo chapter, but not in the overall story. Which I know seems like it should be a contradiction…


*sigh* And worse, I know that I’ll probably just have to change it all again in a few months.

Like can I really get away with *People discuss things, mysteries are prodded, but not solved, Marley is snarky in his head, Edie is snarky out loud, and now we’re going to investigate Audra.*

Writers, if you got that in beta-read would you keep reading?

Me either.

sigh annoyed

Anyway, I have cake and bread to bake, and five or six exposition chapters to shift through so I don’t have to write this thing from scratch. Again.


The wheels are turning, again, and there are miles still to go

It’s most daunting part of writing an epic. The road ahead of me.



I may or may not be showing off some pics my epic cross country move last year.

I spent two weeks contemplating a huge change to the narrative and consequently not sleeping. Something that hasn’t been a part of my life for some time now. My friends and family are shocked. Kate gets 6-8 hours of sleep, on the regular,  and I like it.


But this past month really hammered something home. I’m going to do this, no matter how long it takes. If it means a few sleepless nights here and there… I’ll take them, and I’ll keep rolling down the road.


And much like driving across the prairie, I can the epicness in front of me, but I’m acutely aware of how far away it is.



Montana, man, Montana

And some days that is overwhelming. Today though, as I sip coffee and look at the five chapters I got squared away this weekend, I can take some pride in the road traveled so far. This leg isn’t even close to done, but I’m back on the road.

In the battle cry of my brethen, I proclaim I #amwriting.





That’s how many minutes of sleep I got last night. 150.


My kids and husband have noticed a difference in my behavior. For the kids, it means walking soft and doing chores the first time I tell them to.

The husband can be more direct: “You’re getting bitchy.”


And we all know what the problem is. I can’t get this chapter written.


I’ve made time. I’ve outlined. I’ve talked about it. The husband and kids have left me alone to get it done. But I can’t seem to get through this. Changing the dynamic of these two characters forces changes to their actions and speech.

While nothing changes long-term, story-wise, for them, the short-term changes have me frozen. I hate what I have written so far. It’s contrived and just awful.

i don't like it

And I think I have to let it be awful. For now.


This is the first draft of this chapter. It’s going to be awful. While the rest of this book on version 4.2, this chapter is essentially a beta test. There will be bugs and weird crap, and I’ll figure it out. Next go around.


I have to accept the crappiness of this chapter, push through it, and move on. Not only so I can finish this book, but so that I can get some frickin sleep.

writing is hard


It’s Chelsea time!!

I almost took this month off. I have a ton of stuff on my plate.


We’re celebrating our huge move (just a year ago!)


The last time PA welcomed me!

And we’re getting ready for another one. Not quite a big, but we’re ready to find our forever home.


Somewhere over there, on the left. No seriously, we’re trying to move to the town by *this* exact lake.

But that means the cleaning and packing are starting… again.

And it’s the middle of birthday season, when four out of five birthdays in our family happen in an eight week period.

I’m also job hunting and still working on my novel.

Not to mention the kids have spring break this week.

And having finished up “season two” of Chelsea last month, I kinda thought I could take a break from it this month.

But then I remembered Max. Max is one of my writing buddies, and he and his husband have been super important in terms of keeping me sane the last few years. Hex (the husband) got me righted on my novels. His criticism and support got me to write them again.

Max, however, *loves* Chelsea. At his last job, he didn’t a lot of time to read, but he did need to kill 10 or 15 minutes here and there. So short, 1000 word stories were perfect for killing time in between rounds (Max was the night guard). Make the rounds, check the monitors, read for a few minutes. Do it again.

Max proofread and critiqued a lot of Chelsea on that job. He helped me figure out where she was headed, and who she needed to be.

So skipping a month because I feel a little overwhelmed isn’t really an option. Max is waiting for the next story.

If you’ve been a little overwhelmed at a monthly story, afraid to get your feet wet as it were, well, this is the beginning of season three. A new direction for Chelsea and new adventures are coming.






The hamster wheel


I’m stuck once more.

I thought the fight scene was going to be my sticky patch. But I banged that right out. It sucks but it’s done. I was too excited to get back to writing. And then I realized that I could combine three chapters into one again, and I got super excited.

Unfortunately, I’m on week two and still only writing in my head. I can start the combo chapter, but I can’t seem to finish it. Nothing works.


So round and round I go.


And then last night, I had another bad bout of insomnia. Long time readers (all six of you) know what that means.

I need to get writing. Sleep will continue to allude me until I do.


However this morning I found myself reading old stuff again, instead of working on the new stuff. Every time I tried to focus on the new stuff, I got to a particular scene, my mind went blank, and I started reading Denouement from Last Call.



It seems I have a few sleepless nights ahead of me until I get this sorted out.

Sorry about last week.

I was in the process of writing a blog when a tree fell down the road, and I lost internet for 36 hours.

all build up

However, there really wasn’t much to talk about. I have been plugging away at Red Witch. I plowed through three chapters including my (new and terrible) fight scene.

This week, I am once again stuck. I have a chapter that needs a new setting and an emotional overhaul. Figuring out those how to do that is a process. I’ve started the chapter twice now, and neither time felt right.


I’ll keep plugging at it and hopefully, next week, I’ll have something positive to say.

writing is hard



It’s the first Monday of the month, and that means a new Chelsea Childling story.


A human, non-magical, non-super powered, completely mundane person who hunts monsters? Are you in?

The stories come out the first Monday of the month at noon PST and are absolutely free. Sometimes, you might get an ad for my webcomic or my books, but you always get a free story.

Not sold yet? How about an excerpt:

Chelsea edged toward one ferret-like creature, trying not to alarm it. “Are hedge doctors really that bad?”

Harry swooped on the unsuspecting dronke. “Uncle Bart don’t think so, but he ain’t been home in years. He owes them damn hedge doctors in Pittsburgh so many favors that he can’t even leave the city.”


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