One Sunday in early November, someone in Tulsa was driving downtown when he saw a yellow light. The same question crossed his mind as crosses mine when I encounter a yellow traffic light: Do I stop or do I go? He chose to speed up. The light turned red before he hit the intersection. He had misjudged the light's timing. A blue Honda barrelled towards him.
I remember the Disney movie, where—as the film poster says—"...two friends...didn't know they were supposed to be enemies." The novel is a different animal altogether. In the novel, the fox and the hound are never friends. The hound hunts the fox relentlessly until the latter dies from exhaustion. Then the hound gets shot.
When I decided that I wanted to write, I was not at all sure what I was getting into. The world is a great deal more complicated once we step into it. After a few years of touring various conventions, speaking at panels, and doing book signings, I've realized that writing is a lot more complicated than putting words to paper.
I haven't written on my blog in months, but there's a really good reason for that. You see, I was working on this book. Writing has always been a passion of mine, but writing a book has been a dream. Thanks to A Murder of Storytellers, that dream is now a reality.
I learned in graduate school that I had gotten by for years in school without ever attempting a second draft. My modus operandus was to write one, perfect first draft. Something complete and ready for submission. This isn't how it should work, but it's how I managed to survive through school and undergraduate college.
Want to get updates when new things happen? This is the way to do it! Sign up for my mailing list, and I'll let you know when I've got new events or new publications out. I'll never share your information with anyone else.