writing

Following writers

When I was going through my Twitter following/followers list it seemed that I follow A LOT OF writers, so I made a list and found that it’s true: almost a third, 111 people. They have published books, call themselves “writer” or something similar in their bio, and/or I know from conversations that they write. I

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I wrote a thing

Sunday morning, in church, during the Lord’s Prayer in various languages, a tiny story idea (an idea for a tiny story, not a tiny idea for a story, I get the latter all the time) fell into my head ready-made. At post-service coffee I told the plot to a couple of choirmates and they said

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Writer’s brain

I put on a coat I hadn’t worn for some time and found a folded piece of paper in the pocket: an old church bulletin. This told me when and where I’d last worn it, of course. But suppose that it had been a Clue! I used to play detective a lot when I was

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The lying-awake engine hands me a story

It wasn’t the dream engine because I was wide awake from 2:xx until at least 4:56 (I remember the succession of numbers) thinking this up. Much better than lying awake worrying. Did I need a story? I feel I need to finish one of the things I’ve got lying around first before I can even

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The end without an end

(a thinking-in-public post) So I sat up until 2am because I couldn’t stop editing. And then I had to stop editing because the draft ended. What I’ve got would be almost good enough to send to beta readers –I need to rename one character– if it didn’t end at that point. In the middle of

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Tiny editing update

I’m slogging through the thing that’s now called Daughter of the King but needs a better title: the sequel to Gates and Passages. This is the one in which I wrote past the ending several times (and then decided to cut it in half because the first half did work, resulting in Gates and Passages).

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In which she outlines

This thing I’m working on is a strange hybrid: Part 2 of “the one that won’t end” with what I had of “the one that won’t go” tacked on to it because there seemed no obvious divide. It works, sort of, but now I’m suddenly at that stage of first draft where I can’t keep

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Public plot-noodling

In the mid-twenty-noughts I wrote what I thought was a complete novel, tentatively called A Voice from the North, my second after Terms of Service. It has Raneth Velain in it, who I love with a fierce love, grown up into a strong wry middle-aged Guild runner. I couldn’t finish it– well, it got finished

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Terms of Service gender breakdown

It’s because of this. Roughly in order of appearance but I’ve conflated characters in the same category, even from different chapters/contexts. I changed my own criteria several times while compiling the list, but I think I agree with myself now. I’m pleased with the results, especially as I didn’t make any effort at all to

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An actual found object

A file in my ~/writing/stories folder named “thing”. It contains little snippets that I want to fit in somewhere but haven’t managed to find a place for yet. I won’t quote it in full (most of it is boring and/or already lives in an unfinished story) but I do want to share this: if someone’s

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