07.03.20

Revise !

Posted in Dreams, Kerouac, Life in general, Novel excerpts, On writing, Writers, Zone 9 Trilogy at 8:42 am by Marion

Writing is revising, and I will spend all day revising the last chapter, then going through the entire first draft of the book.

For inspiration, here are some quotes:

“Throw up into your typewriter every morning. Clean up every noon.”
― Raymond Chandler

“Given the initial talent … writing is largely a matter of application and hard work, of writing and rewriting endlessly, until you are satisfied that you have said what you want to say as clearly and simply as possible. For me, that usually means many, many revisions.”
― Rachel Carson

“Read over your compositions and, when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.”
– Samuel Johnson

“Put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it.”
– Colette

07.02.20

The Blog Returns

Posted in Animals, Life in general, On writing, Writers, Zone 9 Trilogy at 11:21 am by Marion

Now that I sense some economic security with a job that I love, I feel comfortable enough to resume this blog. So it’s good to see you, writers, readers, and the idle curious!

This weekend we celebrate the Fourth of July. We are a nation in crisis in many ways, but combined with my own two years of anxiety, this time has forced all the nervousness and fear I’ve felt into an explosion of writing.

As such, I plan to finish the first draft of my novel, working title “Shift,” this weekend. I have three readers lined up to help me get it into good shape and then I will seek a publisher.

“Shift” is the first of what I imagine as a series. I have the first three books already taking shape in my mind, with the second one “in progress” mentally. The second trilogy is also taking shape.

How to describe these books? Without sharing too much, they take place in a dystopian not-so-future, where animals are known as “pre-foods” and imprisoned in terrifying compounds known as “stadia.”

The narrator is trying to make her way in this morally ambiguous world, where she just wants the means to keep her house and not live in her car.