Writing Off Coffee.

In the thick of it. The story is coming thick and fast or not at all, and either way it is consuming. And then there’s work. So. Instead of a proper post, here is a list of cool links and videos worth watching:

You can never go wrong with Anne Lamott. Here she talks about being the peoples’s author. She’s not sure it’s true, but it seems that way to me. Head over to her FB page if you’re not already following her, and tell her she’s *your* author. You know, if she is.

And then there’s this from Lev Grossman. How he got published. It’s inspiring and depressing and inspiring. Gotta love Lev.

http://levgrossman.com/2010/06/how-i-got-published-by-lev-grossman-or-a-series-of-unfortunate-events/

And this from Neil Gaiman. Looks like maybe I will start going to conventions soon. Maybe the Wild Goose Festival, and meet Glennon Melton.

http://neil-gaiman.tumblr.com/post/19124047329/dear-neil-it-seems-every-time-i-read-a-story-about-how

And finally, here’s Farnam Street Blog on why everything I’m doing in my novel is important to my business. Whew.

http://www.farnamstreetblog.com/2013/06/4-must-read-books-on-storytelling/

Headed to a client meeting… and then to a coffee shop to write in my novel. Because I can write that darn coffee off as a business expense, by gum.

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Writing the Ocean

I finished Neil Gaiman’s latest novel last night, in my second sitting with it. It was that kind of book, right from the start. Grabbed me, pulled me in, wrung me out, and didn’t let me go until it was done with me. I fell asleep afterward, my head filled with rags and worms and an endless tugging ocean.

He wrote it for his wife, and it feels like he wrote it for writers, for all of us, and with so much love.

I want to write like that, of course. I woke up this morning and wrote another 1300 words in my novel and they were nothing like that.

I read today that the Ocean’s signing tour is Gaiman’s last.

I am unspeakably sad about it. Right now, with the Ocean still flowing through me its current tugging longing to dissolve me… I’m ready to drop everything and head to California, just so I can meet him before he turns recluse. Alas, odds are that I never will have that honor. I’ll have to settle for video:

It’s good video. Good advice. Go do things. Read a lot. Lose your heart. Write. Write. Write.

“All writers have this vague hope that the elves will come in the night and finish things for you… They never do… You put one word after another like putting bricks in the wall…” or drops in an ocean…

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