Tuesday, September 9, 2014

"Kill your darlings" means...

Sometime this summer a regional small town newspaper journalist interviewed a local writer who had indie-pubbed a murder mystery which was doing quite well. In the article the author mentioned that she had to "kill her darlings." At this the reporter explained that the term "kill your darlings" meant that mystery authors had to kill their characters.

"Wait, what? No, Uh-uh."

I wanted so badly to call up the reporter and explain that's not what was meant by the term, but I didn't. What was done, was done. I told myself to just let it go. Especially since I couldn't remember where I first read it. So how could I prove it?

Recently I received a link to a wonderful article written by Maggie Zhang called: 22 Lessons from Stephen King on How To Be A Great Writer for Business Insider.

When revising, writers often have a difficult time letting go of words they spent so much time writing. But, as King advises, "Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler's heart, kill your darlings."

 "Yes! Now I remember!"

This was an excellent article and since it had been ages since I read Stephen King's On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft, I relished the  22 excellent reminders. If only I had kept the reporter's name so I could send the link to her but it had already been too long. I'm hoping another writer already took care of that at the time.

Please click the link and go over and read the rest of Maggie Zhang's article. You won't be disappointed.


Read more: http://www.businessinsider.com/stephen-king-on-how-to-write-2014-7#ixzz3CqKbDe7G

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Celebrations!

I decided to join the Celebrations blog hop by VikLit I found at Diana Wilder's blog ...about myself, by myself... here.

We are to find something we wish to celebrate.

 I'm celebrating that I'm about to work one-on-one with my super talented editor to get my YA mystery novel whipped in to shape for publication in 2015! Excited doesn't even begin to cover my emotions.

Have a great weekend and remember to celebrate something wonderful!


Thursday, September 4, 2014

http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Jackson-James-Daley/dp/1929345062/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1409839649&sr=1-1The latest release, September 1, 2014, from The Poisoned Pencil, a young adult imprint of Poisoned Pen Press, by James Ryan Daley. I just ordered my copy and so far it's an attention grabber. I can't give it a review yet, of course, but here's a brief quote from Kirkus.

The mystery element and minor romance are icing on the cake: well executed and finely tuned, complementing the book’s major themes in all the right ways. Smart and sweet, comforting and moving. (Kirkus Reviews)

Click on the cover and go straight to the page on Amazon.

Congratulations, James!

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


Played Penny Plumber the other night. My bathroom sink pipe was draining slowly. Removing the stopper didn't help because the cloggy mess was too far down. I noticed that the pipes were PVC and made to hand turn. I decided I could always call a plumber if I screwed up.

I put a bucket under the sink and easily removed the pipe that joins the sink to the wall. OMG the black junk that fell out! I tossed it in the yard. I flushed the pipe with bleach and soaked the part I took out in bleach water in the kitchen sink in another bucket. While that soaked and being my brilliant self, I picked up my dryer lint brush (big skinny thing) and set out to scrub the pipe by inserting it in the drain of the sink. I shoved it down.
 
 WARNING: BIG MISTAKE!
 
As the brush came out it flung black specs around the bathroom! I mean all around the bathroom from floor to walls and anything in between. I almost cried. I did say some very naughty words.

So….an hour later the bathroom was clean and sparkling, the rug was ready to go in the washing machine. Little black specks of mold, hair, and rotting crapola were off the walls, floor, toilet, tub, door, baseboards and all these surfaces were bleached.
 
As the cleanup towels were being sanitized in the washing machine with hot water and more bleach, I put the pipe back. (There’s still a bucket underneath the pipe in the cabinet but so far dry and no leaks.) I found out the culprit that started this chain of events is my hair.
 
So no washing brushes in the sink, no hair styling over the sink without draping a towel, and no hair anywhere near that sink. I never want to have to clean out the pipe again. This will never, ever be repeated by me!
 
Penny Plumber has retired.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Alas and Alack, Cats Do Rule

I don't seem to be blogging about writing on my supposed-to-be writing blog, but I am busy writing. Since I haven't been here in a while I wanted to share a moment that makes life interesting. 
Cats are hilarious, devious and different. Ever since my own cat passed on an unknown neighbor's cat comes by for regular meals and a nap. He chose my favorite chair, white wicker with a plush cushion, and very comfortable. I covered the cushion with towels that I wash regularly and then remove to sit down and have coffee or iced tea and think. After shooing him away, he usually stares daggers at me until I replace the towel and go indoors.
I also have a glass table on the patio with two metal chairs. I recently bought new cushions and began writing outdoors with my laptop on nice days. 
Yep, you guessed it.
After three years of sharing the wicker chair, the little stinker suddenly noticed the new cushions and decided the one I use is the most comfortable.
To add insult to injury, I recently stepped out on the patio and he cast a glance at the non-used chair far away from the wicker and the writing chair.
"Fine."
I swear I heard him snicker as he rolled on his back, belly up, and stretched.