Her phone sang its happy song from the crisp white countertop in front of her. She sat on a high wooden barstool, still in her lounge pants and a half t-shirt. When she saw his name on the display, a smile touched her delicate lips.
She picked up the phone and hooked a stray lock of dark hair behind her ear, swiped and held the phone to her head.
“Hi,” she said, and couldn’t keep the warmth out of her voice. Continue reading “I’ll Call When I Get There”
There is a lively debate among indie writers about the critical importance of editors. Almost unanimously, indie authors will say “You need an editor!” But that begs the question, “What kind of editor?”
Herein lies the rub, O Intrepid Reader. We need to know what type of editor we’re looking for before we lay out cash for the services of any of them. And of course, finding good ones is a tightrope walk.
I don’t need to tell you of the epic failure I had in implementing my plan over the weekend, right? Of course not. You knew that before you came over. You knew I wouldn’t make it. Heck, you might have even known before the weekend.
This is becoming an issue I can’t seem to get my head around.
Well, here we go. This is it. The big weekend, where I tackle trying to get back on the writing horse. Where I try to see whether my plants will right the list in the ship of my story enough to make me want to sail it again.
If it works, it’ll be a launch point toward the story I originally planned to tell. If it doesn’t…well, I guess it’s just more of the same.
I’ve had to force myself to put together a strategy for getting back in the writing chair. Isn’t that sad? But not having one hasn’t panned out at all. It’s also yielded no results. I’ve got nothing to show for nothing; how’s that?
But I’m onto something now and I think it’s sort of cool.
Here’s the plan.
J. Dane Tyler 