Covens and Covetousness

Reprised from the Delta quadrant. Welcome to Federation space.

I’ve spent a great deal of time in the past few days thinking about The Craft, which sadly includes neither Fairuza Balk nor Robin Tunney, but does give me the power to render my enemies hairless should I become bored and vengeful. The molotov cocktail that was The World Fantasy Convention and today the start of my very first NaNoWriMo has my brains boiling with possibility. I’ve realized how utterly unaccountable I’ve been with my first novel and the revision I’m currently mired in – sure, I’m working, but how much? – and while I realize I’m only saying this now, how very little 2K is a day when you’re not thinking terribly hard about it, which is exactly what I was(n’t) doing when I was writing my current draft. The process was about as organic as holding my face under the belly of a cow for milk, which is to say, fucking messy.

But I’m still learning. School didn’t teach me how to be a daily writer, or a publishable one. I learned how to get drafts in on time by writing them in a mad dash two days before they were due and how to take criticism, so much criticism, with grace that lasted long enough for me to escape the classroom and kvetch with my girlfriends. But, I can craft a damn fine sentence (on the third try) and I’ve got a lot of ideas. It’s a start, which is more than I had in high school when we were chanting light as a feather, stiff as a board at drama club overnights and I was still writing poetry about boys and God.

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