Author Archives: epbeaumont

NaNoFeed: taking it as it comes (Thanksgiving Day)

A quiet day, which is my usual observance of this holiday. We had dinner with my mentor, a simple meal of baked fish and potatoes and salad, with cherry pie for dessert. No over-eating, no football, and no shopping. We … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: on reading history

I have always enjoyed reading history, on the theory that somebody else’s troubles are far more entertaining than my own. Along the way, I picked up a whole lot of rather canny advice. Gibbon, for example. If I were to … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: All novelists are liars, but not all liars are novelists

I woke up late today, after writing too late last night, and then had my entire day eaten in double-checking a story that proved to be a lie. Which struck me funny, in an odd sidelong way, because I’d been … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: feeling it by doing it (includes excerpt)

So I applied butt to chair (after beefing about it all on Twitter and this blog), and produced words enough to get to 60K, at which point the vista of 80K opened up, dizzying and tempting… Writing buddy Devin Harnois … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: the awful noise of the rubber hitting the road

Day 21, and it’s not fun anymore. Which is the sad fact of life as a writer: there are times that it’s not fun, and the solutions are various. Sometimes it’s enough to walk away for a bit (not currently … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 20 November (The Necromancer and the Barbarian: A Love Story)

Outside the Gothic windows whipped the white veils of a wolf-howling, demon-haunted snowstorm, illuminated in blue flashes by its own lightning. The wax figure on the slab stirred, half-animated; the face moved and then began to melt. The unmistakable stench of … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: The Great Desert of the Interior

Most of a novel is middle. That’s where I am right now, and it’s both slow and terrifying. Slow, because it’s the middle, and I’m no longer propelled by the manic joy of the Beginning, where we set up all … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: The line between dedication and workaholism…

… shifts location, depending upon whom you ask. Once upon a time, Your Humble Author had a day job that ate her life, to the point where garlic and crosses availed naught, and the beast would not back down when … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: on getting sleep (not)

The NaNo novel is now reaching the classical 50,000 words, with about half the story remaining (the more interesting half, we hope). Meanwhile, the Author is feeling ragged from sleep deprivation. Full-time hours at the day job plus half-time as … Continue reading

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NaNoFeed: My Wicked Grandma, or encouragement from literary ancestors

In “real life,” which is to say in my biological family tree, I have a grandma and a great-aunt who ran off to Hollywood in the 1930s to be chorus girls. In my literary family tree, I have a wicked … Continue reading

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