Lemme Up

Lemme Up
Lemme Up

A second after this picture, Cici jumped up onto the bench for the first time ever.

I would like to say that they sat next to each other and basked in the sun. But that’s not what happened. What happened was Skye bopping Cici on the forehead and knocking her off the bench, then flopping town to take a nap after successfully defending her domain.

Cici then wandered off to steal whatever food was left in Skye’s bowl.


After three years and about 60,000 words (~20,000 this year alone), I have trunked my novel, Carrionhove.

Trunking, for those not aware, is basically putting away a piece of work. One might do this because it needs more time, more editing, or maybe it’s just unworkable. In my case, Carrionhove was unworkable.

The plot’s been revised six or seven times. Characters were changed. Locations. Key scenes. Short of the character names (and in a couple of cases, even then), everything that could change did. None of it worked. Sure, there was some pretty brilliant stuff in there that I am proud of but a few key scenes don’t make a novel.

It is very hard not to think of all that time spent as wasted. After all, given what I know now, it’s unlikely the novel will ever see the light of day. ┬áLate nights, early mornings. Notebooks and maps and world building. That’s a lot of effort and it’s frustrating.

Then again, acknowledging that something is not working and will not work is also a sign of growth as a writer. I’m not sure what is next. There’s another fantasy novel that’s been taunting me and I’ve had the urge to go back and revisit some old stuff that’s been bubbling in the back my head. In any case, I’ll carry on cuz that’s what us writers do.


Battling the Plague

Nurse Skye

I’m sick today. Was yesterday as well. Most of my time has been spent lying on the couch, watching YouTube videos, and drifting off to sleep.

Skye has been keeping me company but I can’t tell if she’s concerned about my health or upset that I’ve stolen the coziest spot on the couch.