Friday, December 30, 2011
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Book I: Waterfall....................Book II: Cascade...................Book III: Torrent
Good thing Lisa is working on book 4.
Monday, December 26, 2011
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sentence of the Day: Wren's smile would shame the sun, and mayhap did, for along with it the hint of dawn began to bleach the sky from pitch to ash grey.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Word Count: 23,379
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Word Count: 22,301
Sentence of the Day: As he suspected, Emily stood near the door, right where he'd left her, her gaze leveled at him like a well-aimed kidney punch--one that bruised even when he turned back to Moore.
How do you feel when you read that word? Heart rate rev up a notch? Shoulder muscles tense? Get a visual of your mother, index finger aimed at your heart, a list of shortcomings spewing out her mouth?
There is no get-out-of-criticism free card in the game of writing. And believe me, once you've published something, everybody is a critic. So, how to deal with bad reviews and harsh off-the-cuff remarks that people sometimes make to your face?
Denial is an option, though not a very healthy one. Anger, withdrawal, curling into the fetal position, all viable alternatives but again...maybe not the most beneficial choices.
Personally, I like this quote from Seth Godin:
"If someone outside of your target group doesn't get the joke, don't worry. That's not why you made your art in the first place."
To effectively deal with the naysayers, you've got to be completely centered on what your message is and who your message is for.
Case in point, when I first laid eyes on the glaring red one star of an Amazon review for my debut novel, wow...talk about feeling like throwing up. I forced myself to read the thing, and lo and behold (sorry, been hanging out in the Christmas story), the horrid critique was all about my story being too 'Christian'. Well yippie-dippy-doo-dah! This reader, while not liking the theme, actually got the theme, so I did my job well.
The trick of taking criticism is to move beyond the initial face-slapping sting and unearth the truth nugget. There's always something to be learned--
Unless you're a teenager...in which case you know it all.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Word Count: 17,041
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Word Count: 16,804
What if I can't think of 500 words to write today? What if those 500 words are a steaming pile of literary manure?
Monday, November 28, 2011
What would Sinclair say?
Friday, November 25, 2011
Sentence of the Day: May I suggest, sir, that you nick off to Gentleman Jim's if a knuckle bruiser is what you're about, unless intimidating women is the extent of your courage.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Word Count: 12,937
Friday, November 18, 2011
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Does that limit my market? You bet. And that's precisely the tribe I want to reach. Readers who are crunchy on the outside and soft on the in...exactly how I imagine the Apostle Paul, a man who lived a gritty life while anchoring his hope in Jesus.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Word Count: 11,032
Sentence of the Day: Silence stretched, like a thread to be snapped--and once broken, might fray beyond repair.
I came across a quote by Annie Dillard that pretty much sums my irrational fear...
"A work in progress quickly becomes feral. It reverts to a wild state
overnight... it is a lion growing in strength. You must visit it
every day and reassert your mastery over it. If you skip a day,
you are, quite rightly, afraid to open the door to its room.
You enter its room with bravura, holding a chair at the thing
and shouting, "Simba!"
And that, my friend, is exactly how I feel every morning when I sit down to write. Maybe if I toodle over to Amazon, I can find me a sweet deal on a bullwhip.