A Guest Blog Post

Sorry, I’m not here today. I’m over at the awesome blog of Gloria Weber.  She is an awesome Speculative Fiction writer. She has a new book coming out and I can’t wait to read it!

Hop on over to Gloria’s place and check out my post. She did a fantastic job.


A Look At Editing

I am currently editing/revising my WIP, Dead in the Water.  I ditched the prologue, I had hoped to salvage it and make it the first chapter, but it wasn’t possible.  I do think the book is stronger without it.

Rue, helping me edit.

Roux, helping me edit.

Editing– (according to Wiki.) is the act of preparing material (all kinds) to convey information.

Now, that’s vague.

Revising– (according to the free dictionary) is preparing an edited text.

Lovely.  I know there are different forms of editing.  I’m not going through that, but if you are interested here’s some good info:

Novel Publicity

Knite writes     has been writing a series on how editing will drive you insane.  I have fallen into several of these.  Grab a cuppa and read through her blog, it’s a hoot.

A Writer’s Life for Me has a blog post on how to survive the meatgrinder at Smashwords.  That’s more about formatting than actual editing, but I thought I would add that as well.


I’ve edited about 2/3 of my WIP.  Some days it’s quick and easy, others it’s like growing tulips in the South.  It just ain’t happening.  I don’t know how other writer’s do it, but for me it can look like this:

pages 1-12: delete and add info in other places

pages 13-15: a few typos and grammar errors

page 16: too much description, get rid of 3 paragraphs, tighten to make it less passive (show don’t tell)

page 17-21: no changes

pages 22-25: change dialogue of this character, he’s bland and sounds like someone else. Make a note to check his voice throughout the book

page: 25-29: no changes

chapter 12- POV just changed to someone new, rewrite entire chapter!

Drink coffee, eat cake, and pass out.

Obviously, this scenario is an exaggeration, but not by much.  I don’t enjoy editing as much as planning and writing.  After a while, I tend to over think grammar and question every use of punctuation.  At the same time, it’s interesting to see your manuscript change and evolve into a better piece of writing.

How do you edit?


When Gators Come Home to Roost

The recent rains have reminded me of an event that occurred to a friend of mine in high school. Stay with me. A hurricane caused the creek to overflow its banks. That’s nothing new. When the waters receded he walked outside to have a look around and a giant gator was in his backyard. He was lounging around like he owned the place. Trust me while he’s there, he does own the place.

What do you do if a gator gets too close to home?

  1. Bring the kids and the dog inside.  Gators love Fido.
  2. Don’t worry about the cat, he can climb.
  3. Call animal control to remove the beast from your yard.
  4. Eat popcorn and watch as they remove the beast.
  5. Lastly, embellish the story to amaze friends and family.

In all seriousness, gators do end up where they don’t belong and people can get hurt.  Growing up in the bayou you learn that. When swimming at Lake Shelby, keep an eye out for large reptiles.  Just don’t try to feed them, that’s a $500 fine.

What’s the strangest thing to wash up in your yard after a storm or flood?


Meet Roux or Why is There a Gator on the Masthead



Why Roux? Gators are pretty tasty and everything is better with gravy. Just kidding. Sort of. Gator does pop up on local menus and I’m working on a short story now where a local fisherman ponders eating a gator, but that’s not the full reason. Roux is my imaginary security guard and if you hop into my backyard, you will rue the day…. (cliche alert)

Growing up in southern Alabama, along the bayous of the Mobile Delta, gators are a fact of life. They’re the ghosts we hear stories about at night, the thieves that lurk in the shadows. They are not always visible but they watch, hiding beneath the reeds waiting on a tasty morsel to snatch.

Yes, I am a card carrying member of the Gator Appreciation Club. Not the Steve Erwin variety that wants to give them warm hugs. I want to see them in the wild, sunning themselves in their prehistoric glory. I have enough sense to know that I am nothing more than food, and keep my distance. I’ve seen them in zoos. But there is nothing more exciting than seeing one in the wild.
What is your imaginary security guard?

*Roux- the base for gravy and gumbo.