I just have to say that Michelle has single handedly done more for this book and the sanity of its very grateful author than I ever thought possible!
Here I am in a dull setting. A coffee shop. One trying desperately to be sophisticated and one failing miserably to achieve its imagined ambiance.
Why would an author choose such a drab, noisy corner of a beautiful and picturesque world?
The efforts behind editing my second book are aided by that beautiful, colorful, clean, precise little scrap of paper we all know and love, called a sticky-note.
Could there ever be a more pristine or elegant solution to editing? . . . I mean besides the fact that the writing thereupon is squeezed in so small you can barely read it once you’ve finished and only my intimate knowledge of how poorly I form my letters allows me to decipher what exactly the thought originally was.
There are some scenes on this planet too beautiful to believe, and you have to look again and again to soak it all in. Whenever I stumble upon this type of beautiful scene, I wish I could jump out of the truck and just let it drive on so I could sit alone and look out at a world untouched by modern technology. The one I’m writing about today was a winter one, because its September and I’m really sick of summer, and I really want there to be snow so I can have a fire in the fireplace.
Among the things I enjoy doing in my story worlds, blogging is not on the list, but detailing and profiling individual groups or characters is. (Weird, huh?) Fantasy is really an awesome genre because I get to make something up entirely without adhering to the confines of accuracy. (Also could mean I’m lazy but who cares?) I can make up whatever I want and make it sound plausible if I can. If I can’t, I can play it off really well.