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July 2018: Dance, Jobhunting, and Camp NaNoWriMo

July 2018: Dance, Jobhunting, and Camp NaNoWriMo

I don’t seem to have the hang of the whole blogging malarkey at the moment. Sorry about that. Hoping to do a more detailed write-up of my trip to Ireland for the Blas International Summer School for Music and Dance, but my hands are… not doing too great at the moment, and I’m trying to save them as much as I can. Therefore this post will be a few brief bits of news, hopefully with some longer ones to come….

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Murderous Motives and Dissertation Deadlines

Murderous Motives and Dissertation Deadlines

The general feeling in the comments of my last post (and from people I talked to separately) was that I should delay querying until I’ve done these edits. And the general feeling in my brain is that no matter how much I want to do them now, I have to wait until after my exams. My dissertation is due in barely more than a month, and my exams start in approximately ten weeks. I’m already doing a dance competition the…

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Poison and Perfectionism

Poison and Perfectionism

A few weeks ago, I said that I was querying. That I’d finally overcome my perfectionism and constant editing to send out six entire queries, and was planning to send more. So here’s an update. First off, I’ve had three replies, and they’ve all been rejections. I wasn’t too disappointed by the first two as they weren’t agents I was particularly invested in, but the third one was one I’d been hopeful about, so I was a little bit sad…

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Taking A Deep Breath

Taking A Deep Breath

I was going to be topical and post an anti-Valentines list of books that don’t centre around romance, for all the people like me who feel like an alien today for not being interested in relationships. However, I couldn’t actually think of enough books to make a post — I know they exist, but I didn’t have time to go hunting back through everything I’ve ever read, and I could only think of a handful off the top of my…

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Writing To Live

Writing To Live

I was getting the itch to write the other day. I always get it at inconvenient times, like during exams or when my hands are not physically working or, like now, when I have three essays due in the space of a week and my shoulder is in spasm so I can’t lift my left arm or turn my head properly without severe pain. It creeps up on me and it can’t be ignored, because it takes over my thoughts…

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Depression, Writing, and 2016

Depression, Writing, and 2016

One thing that’s been noticeable about 2016 is that I haven’t been blogging very much. I made a brief attempt in the middle of the year to change that, but it didn’t last long, and since then a weekly post has been about all I can manage (if that). Although I’ve managed to keep my book blog more consistent, that’s only been possible because I schedule a lot of posts in advance. To be honest, I’ve been writing less in…

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Pitch Wars And Walking Tours

Pitch Wars And Walking Tours

Quite often, when I don’t blog for a while it’s because I haven’t got anything to say. On this occasion it’s the opposite — it’s been a busy couple of weeks, as people who follow me on Twitter will have noticed, and I’ve been away from my computer enough that I haven’t been able to blog. So I’m sorry about that! First of all, I entered Pitch Wars. If you haven’t heard of it, don’t worry — neither had I…

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Butterflies And Planning

Butterflies And Planning

It seems like covering one of my walls with plot notes paid off: I finally finished the third draft of Butterfly of Night on Friday night. Well, Saturday morning, really, since it was about 2am by the time I finally wrote ‘The End’. Except I wrote ‘Fino’ because the book uses Esperanto for chapter headers and so on. And it wasn’t really a case of ‘finally’, since I’d only been working on it for 22 days (or 23 if you…

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Walls Full Of Plot

Walls Full Of Plot

I am not, and have never really been, what you might call a ‘plotter’. Or to use George RR Martin’s analogy, I’m not an architect. I’m not the kind of writer who sits down with a spreadsheet or a file full of notes or even an outline, knowing before I start exactly what I’m going to do and then doing it with minimal changes. I would go as far as to say I’m not even really a gardener, if we’re…

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Back To The Bad Guys

Back To The Bad Guys

My plan had been to set aside my darker, angstier stories for a while and work on a book known only as HAPPY GAY MAGICAL NOVEL, but it turned out that my brain hasn’t been in a position to create much lately, so trying to write a first draft seemed a bit futile. I couldn’t come up with a plot — trying to fix the holes in an existing one was difficult enough.  Besides, my country is falling apart and…

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