MY NOVEL

Oh, huh, would you look at that: I wrote a book.

Wait…

HOLY SHIT, I WROTE A BOOK!?

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Building A Book #3: The Waiting

When I last talked about this, I had added in red marks through my entire printed manuscript, finding every error I could.

So, yeah. Done with that part.

But what I didn’t tell you about though: is afterward I shared the finished chapters with my Alphas—along with surveys.

And while doing this, I found a nice secure drawer and funneled the finished pages into its recesses.

And now, in nearly the present moment, after around three months or so, among many other projects, a loss of a person, work, and just life—the drawer is full, and the book storage suitcase is empty. Continue reading

Building A Book: The Mountain Of Paper

Wow. There it is. I did not realize how satisfying it would be. To look at it. To see it. Stacked there after three hours of waiting.

Am I being vague?

Yes, yes I am.

It’s because it’s somewhat odd for me to go into this. But I think it’s time I told all of you. Stopped keeping it a secret.

I printed my manuscript. Continue reading

Connie Cockrell: What It Means To Be A Writer

Hey guys, Brandon Scott here. Today, instead of my usual stuff, I have an awesome guest post from my friend Connie Cockrell. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did.

I’d like to thank Brandon for inviting me to post on his wonderful blog. I know he talks about writing here and I thought I’d do the same. One question I often get is “What’s it like to be an author?” I suppose the questioner thinks it’s exciting, living inside my own head, pouring words onto paper, vicariously living out my fantasies. Perhaps it is, but there’s more to it than that.

For example, I slop around the house in sweats and a quilted flannel shirt in the winter, soft cotton shorts and a t-shirt in the summer. If I don’t leave the house, I don’t get dressed. No, it’s not a pretty sight. Continue reading

News: Truth is stranger than…friday fictions

Alright, so it turns out I can write things that are not reviews.

Well, fancy that.

Yeah so, I recently wrote a short story. It’s called “Garbage Man”.

It was an idea I had a few months back, but I guess it took till now for all of it to be sorted out in my head.

So I wrote it. Not knowing if it was any good, or even worth a damn. Continue reading