Hidey-ho there good neighbor. Time for an update.
Lately, writing has been my outlet. If I'm doing something else besides writing, it feels strange. I should be at home writing. I just hit 30k words and I need to keep going! And if I'm not writing, I'm reading about writing. It is nice.
For Christmas, I got The Plot Whisperer
by Martha Alderson. It was recommended by Shreve Stockton
, one of my favorite people, and since I didn't win her random book-giveaway-raffle, I bought it instead. (So there! Ha!) So far it is proving to be a wonderful read. Very helpful for a newbie writer like me. There is a little too much "okay now let's make a graph and some tables" for my taste, but she says that's just because I'm a right-brained writer, and that's a normal feeling. I still don't like graphs, though, even if she is right about me
. Brings back too many memories of endless math classes, and even some English ones, too.
Also under the tree for me this year was this book, The 38 Most Common Fiction Writing Mistakes (And How To Avoid Them) by Jack M. Bickham. So far I have only made about 5 of them, so that's good news. I found myself grinning when I read about a mistake I wasn't making, like describing sunsets for four paragraphs opened with the pretentious line "rosy fingers of dawn". I can sleep at night.
Yeah, yeah, Maranda, that's nice. Writing shmiting. Get on with it
Fine, here's the ferrets being cute.