I'm not dead!!!!

Nope, just super super busy (and lazy!). So lots of stuff has happened. #1 - I got a new job freelancing. Now I write about Macs and review video games! That means I have to play a lot of video games. I know, utter torture, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do ^_^

Also, I am a proud member of the Illiterati, a Las Vegas based writer's group. We are all pretty damn awesome, if I do say so myself. They got me to start writing flash fiction and short stories. I've been too lazy to submit many of them, but I'm gonna try! Getting something little published would be cool.

Right now I'm working on two things. First, I'm finishing my WIP, a magically realistic novel set in the 1890s about four people with ties to gods and demons coming together to fight an oppressive force set against them. Second, I'm querying an MS I wrote before I moved to Japan about a boy who gets lost in the world of the forgotten and must find his way home. Next, I need to start editing my sci-fi epic, which will happen when I finish my WIP.

Oh, and I put up a new writing sample. It's from my MS, A World Forgotten. Enjoy!

Just. A little. Farther. . . .

Okay, so it's been a while. Been busy, you know. But I'm getting close to the end of my WIP. So close I can taste the bittersweet ending practically melting on my tongue, and yet I can't seem to get there. I'm like Winner, crippled and crawling across the floor. I've never had the ending of a story take this long. Usually I can pop out an ending within a week. Now it's like my story is moving in slow motion while the world around me is sped up. Weird.

This story is longer *cough* 100,000+ *cough* than anything else I've written,so maybe that's why. Plus, there is a hell of a lot more explaining to do. And Winner has a much bigger choice to make than any of my previous MC's. But still. . . .

I just want to get it over with so I can start editing it in earnest and, you know, title the damn thing!

How weird is too weird?

My WIP is kinda weird.

Chorus: How weird is it?

Hollan: Pretty weird.

Moving on. It's strange. My beta has said so, though made no complaints. I mean, I like weird. I'm weird so weird must be good. But does weird sell? That's the question, right? You can write whatever you want but can you get it published? Will other people actually want to read it? I sure hope so. If not, you'd better tell Diana Wynn Jones and China Mieville, because they've been doing weird for years and selling like hotcakes with wings and tails that happen to be related to King Arthur. So, yeah, I think weird sells. Weird is hot right now. How weird? Pretty weird. I hope my MS is weird enough.

Oh Behave! Seriously. Behave.

Generally, I don't like to hurt myself but *bangs head into wall* It's one of those days. You know which one I'm talking about. The days when nothing seems to go right with whatever you're trying to do.

There I was, trying to get my 2000 words in on my WIP, and I couldn't do it. It was like trying to claw my way out of an iron box. Or trying to watch MTV. Yeah, that painful.

No matter how I try to deny it, I can't help but feel like I know what's wrong. My MC (Winner, for future reference) and his friend (Keane) want to be more than just friends. That's right. They want to get all freaky in my MS! The nerve! It's science fantasy not romance, and here they want to be all gay and wonderful? I didn't have any of this planned! Okay, I don't really outline, but still. Sure they're supposed to like each other, but this is going too far.

What to do, what to do? Let them at each other and see how it goes? Keep writing with all that delicious sexual tension building until it bursts? Or ignore it? I don't know!

*deep breath* Okay, tomorrow's another day. Maybe it will be easier. Or they'll be less horny.

Winner: Don't bet on it.

Hollan: Shut up, you!