Writing is a Muscle
Your first draft is supposed to be ugly and gross and not make much sense. That’s what it’s for. No one gets to see it.
Your first draft is supposed to be ugly and gross and not make much sense. That’s what it’s for. No one gets to see it.
Last night I started reading Chuck Wendig’s cybercrime novel, Zeroes. So far, it’s a lot of fun. But fun is typically what I expect from Chuck. Zeroes has me thinking about other ways to assemble different characters. This one has a team that has to be assembled by a common thread, here in the form of a government agent. I may have figured out why the beginning of my scientists vs. kaiju story just didn’t work. Reading fiction for fun…
Yesterday I had my first cup of coffee in over a week. And I drank it at 5pm. It was delicious. And my brain did not shut down until about 2am last night. The good news is that I was in the grips of an idea I’ve been trying to flesh out for weeks, and that particular project finally has a working model and can get started soonish. The bad news is that, to turn off those whirling gears, I…