Author Challenges in Getting Reader Feedback

One of the great benefits in having a spouse who loves to read is the feedback I get as a writer.

My First Reader spots a lot of things in her initial passes through my work. And she catches other stuff when the time comes to read the work not one chunk at a time, the way I write it, but as a cohesive whole, as other readers will experience it. There are challenges, to be sure, because she’s already seen the piece, perhaps more than once, and it’s hard to keep her eyes fresh so she’s not “reading from memory,” as I call it. But for the most part, having my First Reader in my corner has improved me as a writer manifold.

Another challenge we face, though, is how to get the work to her. Continue reading “Author Challenges in Getting Reader Feedback”


Completion of the Newest Novel!

I’ve finished work on my latest WIP as of Sunday, July 26, 2015!

The tentative title is Hunter’s Moon. It is part of the Spectral Analysis series, and at this point it appears to be book two in that line. To answer the obvious question, I have not at this time released the first book in the series. It has…issues, which are slated to be addressed soon.

So, when book one is complete and ready for sale, I can release book two a few months later. I’m not sure whether releasing book two ahead of book one is an okay maneuver, but I don’t recall anyone else besides George Lucas doing it. (Star Wars, Episode IV: A New Hope, anyone?) I’m…not George Lucas.

So, I’ll be creating a cover based on the tentative title and previewing it here over the next couple of weeks.

I hope all of you had a great weekend, and I’ll be back soon with any updates. Stay tuned!



Creeping Closer…Ever Closer…

Yes, I know, I know. I got some writing done this weekend but it was slower going than I wanted. No excuses. I just didn’t spend enough time with fingers on keys. I made some progress, but not enough (for my taste, at least).

So, we’re close. I think only a few more scenes are going to do it. I actually got some writing in last night (a Tuesday, rare for me), and I’ve adjusted some of my before-dinner habits to make sure I have enough after-dinner time to sink myself into some effort before it’s bedtime. Continue reading “Creeping Closer…Ever Closer…”


Closing In

Some of you know – because you follow my personal blog – that I’ve started a new book as of April 17, 2015.

What those only following this blog won’t know, is I’ve done it using a new (to me) method of writing which was aptly described by author Dean Wesley Smith as “Writing into the Dark.”

Mr. Smith blogged about the process over the course of six or seven weeks, and I must say, I followed with great interest. I’d been migrating through a lot of different “techniques” and “methods” for writing, most of which focused on planning. Continue reading “Closing In”

More Subtext

Okay, so…clearly I don’t get this subtext thing, because I blew it on the last exercise. Here’s another try.

She smoothed the apron around her waist and sat down, floating to the seat. The sound of his utensils on the dinnerware made her motion unheard, and he didn’t see her with his eyes riveted to the iPad on the table in front of him.

She looked down, laced trembling fingers through her hair, and exhaled through her nostrils, slow, deliberate.

“Everything all right?” he said, around a wad of food in his mouth.

“Mm,” she said, and the corner of her mouth pulled back slightly.

“It’s good,” he managed as he shoveled another forkful of food into his mouth. “Great.” He never set down his tablet, and his fingers danced over the screen, leaving smudges of residue behind. He scowled at it.

“Thanks,” she said, and the corners of her lips curled just a touch, then fell. Her eyes shined moist.

She listened to him, fingers drumming lightly on the plastic as he swiped and pecked.

“Do you still think I’m pretty?” she said., and tipped her chin his direction.

“‘Course,” he said. “You’re beautiful.” Drum-drum-drum, thump, tap-tap. Swipe.

She sighed and stood up, went behind him, and laced her arms around his neck, resting her cheek on top of his head. She let the smell of his shampoo and scalp drift into her nose, and felt the texture of his hair on her face.

“Do you still love me?” she said, voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” he said, and chewed. “‘Course. Sure you’re all right?”

She stood up, and slid the gleaming chef’s knife from the pocket of her apron.

“Yes,” she said, “I think so. I finally think so.”