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Day 1,834: Quickie

Quick quick one tonight bc it’s midnight and I have to get up again at 6:30 in the morning. But I had an excellent excellent day today at the conference. I met so many new people, learned so many new things, and I am so so glad I’m here.

More tomorrow. Promise. Good night

Day 1,833: Veegaaasss

Guys. I made it to Vegas.

I left at the buttcrack today. Practically. Butt crack for me, anyway. But there was a volunteers luncheon for the conference, and I wanted to be there. I got there just in time! I drove straight from LA to there, and I just made it. Thanks, Waze!

The drive was easy. It usually is, unless you’re coming back to LA on a Sunday. Then the drive is murder. But it was free and clear today, which was nice. The only bump in the road per se was that audible decided to stop wo...

Day 1,832: Omg so much

Omg. I did so much today. Jesus.

I’m ready to go to Vegas for the 20 Books conference.

Two years ago, an author by the name of Michael Anderle set a goal to write 20 books so he could make $50K a year off them. This was based off what he was selling per day with his first few books out.

Well, that book series ended up exploding very soon after (look up the Kurtherian Gambit series if you don’t know what I’m talking about), and he took to the internet to share his insights on what made him suc...

“By Any Other Name” – Chapter 5

The events of this story take place in the Starstuff Universe some years before (or after?) those of the Starstuff Trilogy.

Peep woke me when the first of the crowd showed up.

One by one, they came shuffling into the elevator chamber, hardly even looking at me. They were fixated on the elevator, and the forcefield that covered it. The lights had brightened. A semblance of daytime? They used to something similar in the mids. Topside was always bright, much to my annoyance. Peep...

“By Any Other Name” – Chapter 4

The events of this story take place in the Starstuff Universe some years before (or after?) those of the Starstuff Trilogy.

The crowd was silent. I was standing with my mouth open.

Balta, the legend of PMC-117 was a woman. An old one at that. And crazy.

Only now did I stop and take her in completely. Her hair was gray, rather wild, like her steely eyes. Her face was a map of rivers, valleys and canyons, the deepest of which were over her nose and forehead. They gave her a perpe...

“By Any Other Name” – Chapter 3

The events of this story take place in the Starstuff Universe some years before (or after?) those of the Starstuff Trilogy.

“You’re a thief, aren’t you?”

In the low light of the chamber, I could see a dirty face behind the golden gun. It was smeared with dirt, starstuff dust, and grime. Two dark eyes stuck in the middle of it, glittering like wet stones.

It was a woman.

“Not me,” I shot back. I swiped at the metal box. “You are. That’s my box. It’s not for you.”

“Can’t nobody t...

Day 1,831: Halfway…

Well…today wasn’t quite the beast-slaying I wanted it to be when I imagined it last night…but it was a success. Several things made themselves very clear today, and let me also say that I wrote 4,000 words. And good words. I wasn’t all that happy with my words yesterday. I was today. I actually found a groove today for a good three hours. What was educational was how I lost it.

This is what I learned today, or at the very least reinforced what I’ve learned before:

-The first hour of work for...

Day 1,830: Slay the Beast

Tomorrow, I’m attempting somewhat to slay the beast.

It’s been a long, long time since I had a marathon writing day. They’re an important part of ye old writing life. Certainly not something to rely on the REGULAR…but there comes a point in any project where the marathon day must come into play. Often several points. Right? Right.

Well, I need to work on that kind of stamina. Even if I crash and burn tomorrow…which isn’t going to happen…I need to know that I have that reserve in there. So, th...

Day 1,829: Fear, My Friend

I’m afraid.

I’m afraid of failure. I’m afraid that I will set a goal, set a timeline, and as has happened so many times before with my writing, I will not meet it. I’ll fall short.

I’m also afraid of success. If I succeed, then expectations follow. Responsibilities. Pressure. As another author friend, further along the path than I said: you can’t lose an audience if you don’t have one yet.

People scoff at the idea of being afraid of success, but that shit is real. Trust me. It may manifest it...

Day 1,828: Happy Spooky Day!

Happy Spooky Day, everyone!