Just write. It doesn't matter if it's shit, or if your brain's not clear. Just put down words. You can fix them later.
It's not a performance. It's not an epic tale. You don't need hours, don't need your desk situated just right, or a trumpeter to mark your performance. It's just words. If you have a few minutes, put them on paper.
I'm a geek and a writer. I love comic books, classic movie monsters, everlasting love, old pulp fiction and genres outside of the mainstream.
I write under two names. As Theda Black, I write about men in love with other men. I write fairy tales, urban legends and horror under the name of Klaudia Bara.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
it's been a long time
I've been hiding out, so to speak, determined to say nothing, make no promises about writing. I can't even pretend to engage or do all the things authors are supposed to do. Testing regarding health issues continues, currently for MS. I've had an irregular MRI, blood work irregularities and been crushingly tired. Floundered for months with Rising Wolf.
But the amazing thing is how today, through all the brain fog and the body pain and discouragement, their voices came through so perfectly clear as I was writing. I didn't expect it.
It's so nice to listen to characters speak and put words down.
But the amazing thing is how today, through all the brain fog and the body pain and discouragement, their voices came through so perfectly clear as I was writing. I didn't expect it.
It's so nice to listen to characters speak and put words down.
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