M.C. Frank's Blog, page 27
November 25, 2022
lhsk-sanches:
worth sharing
worth sharing
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak fresh poison each week.
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak fresh poison each week.
November 22, 2022
kicktwine:writing advice: every chapter should have somet...
writing advice: every chapter should have something that makes you, a sicko, say yeesss… hahaha… yeeesss!!! and it doesn’t quite matter what you are a sicko about but it’ll be hard to get through the chapter if nothing makes you press your face into the window
November 21, 2022
making a lonely life look like a choice
making a lonely life look like a choice
Rainy Oxford last week 🌧🌧🌧 Went into a Waterstones to escape the...
Rainy Oxford last week 🌧🌧🌧 Went into a Waterstones to escape the torrent, came out with 500 books 😁😭
How has your writing been this week? Any new projects? Any WIPs coming close to the end? Any progress?
Writing is not going so well for me, but that might be because I had to stop writing and start editing  That always stops my creativity short, but it’s the only way to make sure that my tortured characters are being tortured in the correct way (grammatically, I mean).
So off to editing I go. In the meantime, while I’m not writing anything new, my brain apparently can’t stop braining, so I have come up with ideas for 3 more books (to say the least).
Oh well, that’s fine. As long as the characters in those books don’t get to suffer too much… Oh, wait. They are, aren’t they? *facepalm
(at Waterstones Oxford)
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November 20, 2022
authorkarajorgensen:
lady-grace-pens:
theaimfiles:
not w...
not writing, not not writing, but a secret third thing
letting my stories spin around my head like a microwave
I like to call this “gelling” or marinating. Stories are like jell-o. Sometimes you just need to let them marinate and gel before you can work on them again.
November 19, 2022
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you thi...
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.
Charles Bukowski
