Random stuff I think about:

When I write my best selling book, I want to write it in my pretend British accent. But also, I want it published by the American publishers that publish my favourite authors, so I can hang out with them at famous author people events. So, when I write this imaginary book, do I write it in American or English? The only answer for sure is that I’m not bloody well writing it in Australian, because when I write in Australian, I can’t help bloody well swearing.

Feeling a bit overwhelmed. A case of imposter syndrome over my next planned book, and the sheer weight of all I have to do. Worry that if I stop for a moment I won’t start again, ever.

And yet, so grateful for all the people in my corner. Messages and FaceTimes, people saying ‘I’ll help’ and ‘I won’t let you quit’, ‘you got this’ and ‘I’m here if you need me’.

THIS is the online writer community. Not the bitchy attacks or review trolls. It’s support, acceptance, love and understanding.

Settling in to spend a day writing, which, instead of shooting me ahead as planned, will actually be so I can catch up from allll the work I didn’t do on the weekend.

Happy Monday Morning from Down Under! How are my fellow writers going? I’m feeling a little meh. Loving the story, but it’s so hard to just sit down and focus. I think I’m a little behind for again, but plan to catch up today.

I’ve realised I can’t be productive in more than one area of my life at any one time. It means what I AM going well at, goes great. Sucks for everything else on my list though.

But also, this happened (early proof, changes to be made but IT IS SO SHINY)

I’m getting to that panicky, too-much-to-do, Oh-god-Christmas-is-coming, mental shutdown stage. This year it’s not even Christmas... it’s two book releases, moving house on a tight schedule, and a pressing urgency to plan and implement a 2018 strategy to keep my financial stability.

Author careers are hard, man. I worry the bottom will fall out at any moment. I worry the words will dry up, or the sales will vanish. I worry the whole industry will collapse due solely to my own bad luck. Help?

Continued from yesterday?
(2/2)
Heim Adactus, the Chaplain without a Chapter
Heim Adactus, the Lich of the Mantle of Frost
Heim Adactus, Commander of the Winter’s Bite

(decided on a name for the guy :P)

Continued from yesterday?
(1/2)
Armor, cracked; a bluish light seeping from the fissures
Breath, frozen; cold as the ice that tempered his body and stole his life
Eyes, burning; portals holding will o’ wisps who stare into your soul
Face, masked; the ghastly grin of a skeleton conceals his face
Teeth, bared; words ripping out from his throat as litanies of hate dance across his lips
Blades, drawn; twinkling as the snow on a winter’s dawn
Blood, spilt; by enemies that shall trouble him no more

question:
Plotters, are you sticking to yours?
Pantsers, are you regretting it?

Today was a ! 4200 words written. GOOD words. Slightly deviated from outline to run down a thread I know will shine brightly. The house that was approved to build on Wednesday now has a floor, a deck, a frame and part of a roof 🤩 I’m exhausted (it’s only 2pm) but so happy. 2018 is shaping up to be incredible.

No one answered her, but a couple other folks looked in her direction. She waved a hand. "Fight with the family." Everyone looked away or moved on. Her speech was profoundly human. Her open attitude towards fighting with her family when she was obviously Daoine Sidhe was scandalous. She didn't give two hot damns. She didn't even give a lukewarm single damn.

-- The Fae After Tomorrow

The writer stared up at his visitor, horrified. "But, but I had drafts to finish!" he protested.
"All writers have drafts they never got the chance to finish," said Death. "They would hardly be writers if they didn't. Take pride in the fact that you finished more than most." And with that, Death extended its hand to the writer.
The writer stared at it for a moment. Then he put his hand in Death's. Outside, the church bell chimed.

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WEDNESDAY is here!
I’m working on book four of my series about a Mental Magician tasked with destroying an evil cult.

Rogan is dead but his legacy remains. As Julianne returns to the Mystic Temple, she realises someone may just beat her there, someone who intends to destroy them all.

Meanwhile, Bastian is finally able to start building the magic school he’s dreamed of. But will rumours of ghosts haunting the site be confirmed, or is something much more sinister lurking in the forest?

How are all my people doing? Ahead or behind, or rocking in a corner?

Today’s favourite scene! 

It’s 2pm and I have not only finished all the housework except the washing, I’ve painted with the kid, had a fantastic lunch and written 4200 words! I’ve had a major business restructure (business being me and the toddler at the kitchen table) (restructure being the adjustment of several colourful lines and tick-boxes in my planner) and it seems to be really helping my words, and my sanity.

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