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Mar.01.2013
It’s time to admit Writer Separation Anxiety is a bona fide disorder. I'm not ashamed to say I have it, maybe others will come forward. Remember there’s strength in numbers. It may not afflict the majority, but that doesn’t make us freaks. Why do you think there are so many sequel authors?...
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Jan.30.2013
It's been awhile --tho not long enough, I'm sure some sarcastic Faithful Readers feel-- since I posted an excerpt from the now-in-negotiations FIRE OF THE PROPHET.
To that end, I now append this "teaser" prologue from the second in this (we hope) series --PROPHET AND EAGLE-- intended to be...
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Feb.13.2012
I'm currently chewing on a dilemma I hadn't thought about before, but which many authors now face.
Back in the not-so-old days, when self-publishing was a rare and futile undertaking, I imagine that most authors wrote sequels when their agents and/or publishers suggested that the time was right....
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Nov.18.2010
First, the 'official' unveiling of the cover for my next Five Star release, WHERE DANGER HIDES. The release date isn't until May, but since I turned in my last round of edits several months ago, it's nice to get a reminder that the book working its way through the system.
The publishing...
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Sep.01.2009
There's a sequel by someone else to one of your favourite children's books. It's sitting there on the shelf, calling to you with a siren whisper. "Now you can find out WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. C'mon, you KNOW you want to." But do you? Do you really? Just published is Hilary McKay's answer to...
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Sep.20.2008
All you folks with two and three book deals--do you really deliver the next book one year after publication of the previous one? It'll take me a year to get a rough draft of another novel. I vote for Annie Dillard's timetable: “It takes five to ten years to write a novel. Some people can do it in...
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Jun.20.2008
I went through a grieving process after I completed So Dark the Night. I missed my two central characters--Cassandra Zinnea and Evgeny Nightstalk--like two old friends. For days after I finished the manuscript I waited to hear their voices, referee their exchanges. But they were silent. There was...
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Jun.07.2008
I'm looking out my office window, trying to write, but mostly watching a low-slung fox hunt a squirrel. The fox makes me think of a coat I once had, its plush, silky collar. That, in turn, reminds me of my mother on her last visit, sitting in my Chinese chair, swaddled in her old mink stole. I'm...
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