So…CLOSE…

Almost…there! ALMOST! ALMOST!!!

Shameless Whoring

I’ve opened a Minute Silence Cafepress store, the link is over in the sidebar. I’m not gonna demand you all go buy something – as nice as that would be – but…it’s there just in case. See, it’s a useful thing in that it generates interest. People look, people see, people are interested. Things happen, hopefully.

Also…I’m putting out a call for proofreaders. If anyone is interested, let me know.

The State Of Play #4

Minute Silence

Progress. Significant progress. The plot is tying together very neatly, now; in-book, we are at lunchtime, Saturday. The main body of the book finishes on Sunday night. There’s precious little more to write. I am sure I can make my End Of August deadline. People – harrass me about this. MAKE ME DO IT.

Or at least, anyone that actually reads this…

In the meantime: HERE’S SOME KITTENS!

Emotional Content

The scene I just wrote is touching, achingly so. But knowing what I know – it’s also absolutely heartbreaking.

The thing is, I worry about these things. I worry if the scene will have the correct emotional response from the reader, which is very important, because I want this scene to feel a certain way. It’s important to plot progression…and a few other things as well.

So to screen it, I sent it to Merinda Brayfield, a good friend of mine who is also a writer; I also sent her a copy of this song from the latest Offspring album, stating that I wanted the scene to feel like the song does.

Apparently? Success.

If anyone else wants to help me out with this, let me know.

Over The Hill?

While my birthday is approaching, this post isn’t about that. (Yes, I’m old. Hardy har har.)

There’s the point in the novel when you get to a certain level…a peak, if you will…and then, things start moving. Things snap into place, they glide into position with ease where before it was a struggle to push them together. Plot points that were previously just nebulous ideas drifting in the ether are now railroaded together, and just rely on the speed of the author’s typing to keep on rolling. It’s almost like Sisyphus finally gets the boulder to the top of the hill and just pushes it over.

Yesterday I reached that point with Minute Silence.

This makes the John very happy indeed.

Yes. THIS happy.