I listened back through a book that mattered to me in my twenties and it went flat. Then a book I'd bounced off years ago opened up. A book is a fixed point. You are not.
A Fixed Point
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Passenger
I love watching people, and a ship is about the best place I've found to do it. Everybody converges. Nationalities I couldn't place, accents I can't identify, families three generations deep at one table. Old people moving slow and full of life. Kids running where they shouldn't. Somebody loud at the bar who wants the … Continue reading Passenger
The Room That Knew What I Knew
I found an old Toastmasters competition video of myself the other night. Watching old video of myself is its own small torture — you're looking at a former version, and you can see everything he doesn't know yet. It's like watching a younger sibling do the thing. But I'll say it plainly: it was a … Continue reading The Room That Knew What I Knew
Introducing Myself
7-40 Challenge | Round 5 Day 4 Before I can write a character, I have to introduce myself to them. That sounds strange for people I invented, but it's the truest way I know to describe it. I have to spend time — not just in the story I want to tell, but in the … Continue reading Introducing Myself
The Route
7-40 Challenge | Round 5 Day 3 I sat down to work on the novel tonight and didn't write a single sentence of it. I spent the whole session working out how the major threads connect — how one specific character has to move through the story to get where she needs to end up. … Continue reading The Route
