Excerpts from Jaeth’s Eye, Thirteen Years Ago

I‘ve talked about how many incarnations my debut novel went through before I ever found the true heart and soul of the story, the one that would drive it all the way to the end of Sapphire’s Flight. It seems amazing, looking back. I think I was a ridiculously arrogant young writer back in the day, …

When They Tell You Your Story Is Irrelevant

It usually happens this way: someone nonchalantly asks for suggestions for women authors/women main characters/diverse main characters/LGBT authors/etc. etc. Someone, always, somewhere, will say, “I don’t care what the author’s race/religion/colour/sexual orientation/favourite dog/favourite ice cream/favourite sexual position is, all that matters is a good story.” I generally avoid getting into discussions like these, simply because oftentimes, …

And Sometimes Writing Is Like Walking on a Minefield While You’re Holding a Fussy Baby With a Diaper Full of Crap

Look! More metaphors! I’m embarking on edits for The Ikessar Falcon after receiving feedback from my last beta-reader, and it’s been a world of hurt. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate brutal feedback from a few select people. I wouldn’t have gotten this far if I didn’t embrace the idea of tearing my work apart and then …

Sometimes Writing Is Like Throwing a Ball Down a Field and Hoping You Can Run Fast Enough to Catch It

I like making elaborate metaphors when it distracts me from actually having to write anything. Announcing my daily writing progress is my way of making myself stick to it. It’s a brain hack. Because writing is very hard, but I don’t like breaking promises. So I stick to it, even if it means writing way …