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I wrote on the train yesterday, as one does. These things happen. I’m sure I’ll have more to say about the whole enterprise later, but tl;dr – I had the building urge to try a new flavor of something, and we’ll see where it goes. This came from my train writing. Speculate as you see fit.

I am, by training, a historian.  I am also an anthropologist and a political scientist, but by far the most formal training, time, and money spent has been as a historian. Yes, I know I’m a writer, too, but that is a state of being, not my degree(s).  But it also does certainly tie into being a historian. Why? Because historians write—and not just a little.  Historians write a lot.  Part of…

It was very weird this week to be struck by the sudden realization that I hadn’t spent October thinking through and planning for another round of NaNoWriMo. Up until last year, I had spent almost every October for the last twenty years that way, deciding what I wanted to spend 30 days writing at least 50,000 words on. My first NaNo was in 2003. My last was in 2023. I had a good run–“winning”…

There is something about Septembers, A time of year where things seem to change For good and bad But always, for forever. Never just the single drop Always the ripples That become the wave Become the flood. Twenty-four Septembers This September And nothing will ever be the same.

For this one, the title really says it all – rewrites are ridiculously hard, worse when it’s book 3 of 7 fully posted books in a serial, the first two of which have been lightly polished and unleashed in both ebook and paperback formats. What series is this, you ask? Awakenings, of course. A serial and series so long in the making, the winding road of starts and stops and restarts and…

More of that little “brain why are you like this” project I posted the other day. There’s been over 10,000 words on that out of me in a week. That’s generally a very interesting sign. Sirens woke me. The air was thick, heavy—misting rain and humidity and heat and smoke.  Flames crackled too close to be safe but my movements were sluggish, head ringing.  The sirens sounded so far away and yet…