How I’m Going to Make 2020 My Bitch

I realize that making a public declaration like this is one of the stupidest things you can do. Everyone knows that as soon as you make a grand pronouncement like this you are essentially cursing yourself in a very public manner.  (This is probably why nearly every great undertaking starts off with very little fanfare. In secret. If it fails, who cares? Nobody, because no one knew about it.)

Well, where’s the fun in that?

I believe in the Accountability Model of Achievement (aka The Public Shaming Model)– the more people whom I tell, the more likely I am to actually do what I said I was going to do. Because if I don’t then everyone and their mother will be guaranteed to ask me “Whatever happened to that thing you said you were going to do…?” for the next freaking year. Or two.

So, the more people who are invested in something, the less likely I am to let it die a quiet, unnoticed death.

That’s the plan anyway.

So, here goes.

In 2020 I plan on finishing my novel (… that I initially started about 4 years ago in grad school. Don’t ask. I did actually, technically finish it, it just sucked so bad I couldn’t bear it. Hence, third draft’s the charm, eh?) and  publishing it.

 

 

 

I am working on getting the movie  I made a few years ago — Gameheads — broken up into bite-sized videos and put on YouTube as a serial.

I am revamping my old student blog into a new author blog. (You’re looking at it right now, babe.)

I am starting a podcast, which will be about writing plus whatever-the- hell-I-feel-like-talking-about.

I’m going to do more book reviews — both fiction and non-fiction — along with some movie and TV reviews.

As God is my witness, I am going to learn how to play the guitar even if it KILLS me!

 

 

 

And finally, I want to start

attending some writing or sci-fi/fantasy  conventions as a guest again.

 

Whew! That’s enough for one year.

How about you? What are your plans for 2020? Don’t be afraid — just spit it out! Believe me, not only is it therapeutic, but the prospect of some good, old-fashioned public shaming might be just the kick in the ass you need to get things done.

New Short Story

Hi, everyone.

 

Please check out my horror short story, “Mercy Street.”  Mercy Street

(Cover art and design by Ryu Cope)

A word of warning, though: if “bad language” or  razor blades or blood or suicide freaks you out you probably should stay away.  

 

If that’s the case, here — enjoy this adorable face instead.

 

 

 

 

Writing: It’s not for the weak.

Welcome, fellow writing masochists!

I have a few questions for you.

  • Are you a pantser who frigging knows she needs to become a plotter if she’s ever going to get anything done in her actual lifetime?
  • Do you hate unreliable narrators in fiction because it reminds you too much of watching the news on TV?
  • Do you lie awake at 2 A.M. wondering if you should write your story in third person or first person or would fifth person be even better?
  • And then, two minutes later, do you wonder what “normal” people think about at 2 in the morning?
  • Are you worried about where to hide the body when you finally, FINALLY kill that fucking procrastinator who’s been living inside you all these years? (Not now? Don’t worry, we’ll figure out something later.)
  • Do you regularly shake your fist at the sky, cursing the malevolent God/god/goddess/gods who decided you should be a writer in this lifetime, and not a wealthy, spoiled heiress, or a talented and beautiful ex-boy-bander? (Yeah, He/She/They are not listening, sweetie, believe me.)
  • Do you want to come along as I crawl, scratched and bleeding, through the dizzying HELL of writing my first novel?

Yes? Awesome. You came to the right place.

I will be posting every week on Wednesday about writing in general, plus some of the crap I’m going through as I work on my first novel, tentatively titled The Terrible Strange.

If you like what you see here, please join me.

Thanks.