Home for the foreseeable future

I, hopefully, have nowhere to go until next Tuesday. 

You know what my favorite is? Typing shit like that and then realizing I have to go back to the stupid mall to ask questions about my stupid glasses bill and pick up my stupid glasses.

FFS

Editing "Macaria," and I realize that this book is the first one I forsook chapter breaks in lieu of writing down the story. I wrote five books in six months in this series. Adding them now. 

Wondering how I'll treat "The Rabbit God." Will be interesting.

Overcast here. Thank the heavens!!! Back-building some rain in, and I'm excited. Good day to write. And this is me...wanting two things at once.

Edit Macaria.

Write on The Rabbit God.

This is why I'm convinced I assimilated my twin in the womb. We both have strong opinions.

Next week is work on my Christmas short story for a Christmas anthology. 

It's funny. You think you have all the time in the world, but the world knows better.
Plan if you can.

Straight up hilarious coming from me.

Most times, mine blow up in the absolute most horrible ways.

And yet, I endeavor.

Inked in Words Virtual Signing next Saturday. I believe my hour starts at 5:00 pm.

I'll be chatting for an hour or so about writing and my books. Feel free to pop in with questions or anything on your mind.

I really want this bat outfit...

Unbelievable

I feel strongly about using AI to write anything.  I simply won't.  It completely defeats the purpose.  The struggle?  That's part of the process.  It's also part of the growth and reflection every writer needs.  What I do NOT need is to hit a button and watch AI vomit out a story as generic as it is.  I'm sure it's incredibly quick and may even be a usable story.  I would rather reach up into my own body, grab my ovaries, and tie them in a knot.  Feel me?

Ads are exploding all over my FB for "tired writers" who just can't quite seem to manage to blog.  Okay.  I try to blog every 3-5 days.  And usually something, EXACTLY LIKE THIS, has triggered my short ass.  But if not?  There are a million things to write about in terms of either my professional or personal life.  And if I'm not up for it?  Then I don't blog.  I don't whine about it and then goose a robot and invite it to write on here.  This is mine.  My thoughts and feelings.  That's like not wanting to "Mom" for a day so I grab a stranger off the street and ask if they'll take care of my child for a bit.

NO THE HELL FUCKING NO WE DO NOT DO THAT

Writing isn't easy, but it's a labor of love.  I'm stressing the term "labor" here, kids.  You receive what you put into it, and it needs a lot.  Tapping a few buttons and having anything else write YOUR story isn't being a writer.  The relationship isn't there.  You're two strangers on writersmatch.com.  And you may not like what you get.

I think we're still in the honeymoon phase of this nonsense, and it's going to take off for a bit.  It won't last long for the real writers.  The Stephen Kings and the Margaret Atwoods.  They won't even give it breathing room.  Because they're too busy writing.

Always writing*

...my own stories