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Peeking from the misery hole….

It isn’t that writers get sick more than other people. It’s that when they do, there are more people getting sick.

For instance, your humble blogger has been ill for about a month, which is not such a tragedy in itself, but the illness has its own ripples. The nonfiction writer is sick, so this blog lies fallow. The romance writer is sick, so  heroines and heroes are rattling about, each alone in his own castle, not seeing or even thinking about each other. The mystery writer is sick, so the saxophone player and the gang banger have been left alone on an abandoned street corner for several weeks, which wouldn’t be quite so bad, had not the hapless gang banger been shot in the leg. For all this time, the poor kid has been fertilizing the pavement with his blood, while the wannabe-jazz musician looks on in paralyzed confusion. The horror writer is sick, leaving a kidnapped infant in the labyrinth beside the lake, and his distraught mother staring wordlessly at the empty crib without a thought in her head for how to rescue her baby.

Only I, the researcher, have been able to do a spot of work now and then, and by “spot of work,” I mean tiny spot of work. I took some time last week to begin investigating the historical era in which the romance takes place. What historical era, you might ask. Edwardian, Elizabethan, Victorian?

Nixonian. The romance takes place in 1972. No, 1972 didn’t take place all by itself. It followed 1971. 1971 followed 1965. 1965 followed 1959. Not every song my 1972 characters know came from 1972. They know songs from 1954 – some of the older characters may know songs from 1934. They wear clothes they bought in 1963, and some of them have hairdos that are much older than that. They drive cars that are 10 years old. So you see, it isn’t enough to research 1972. One must research, to a greater or lesser extent, the entire lifespans of the characters. Did cars have fins? How long were skirts? Did men wear shirts with puffy sleeves?

The research itself wasn’t too painful. It was surprising, though. I remember 1972, sort of. I didn’t remember all the music – all the popular music – sounding so melancholy. To get happy, upbeat tunes for my characters, I had to go back to early Beatles music. The cars were nice, though. Roomy, by today’s standards, and very powerful. I had quite a lot of fun looking at cars from those days, and giving my characters convertibles, pickup trucks, and limousines. The personal style difference between 1965 and 1972 was pronounced, at least as far as hairstyles and dresses went. In 1965, high school girls had giant bouffant hairdos, stuck in place by means of aerosol fixatives. By 1972, the girls had long straight hair, parted in the middle, hanging onto their shoulders, and shiny shiny shiny. Many of the girls also sported clusters of ringlets in front of their ears. The clusters of ringlets went with the velvet Juliet dresses and the tight white knee boots. I don’t approve of it; I only report it.

Most of the female faculty still had permanent beehives on their heads. Ditto for the males, actually.

I found an unexpected thing, which is the point of research, I guess, in a high school yearbook from the year 1964. I wasn’t in this yearbook. In fact I never thought about that year, 1964. I had gone to that school in 1963, but not in 1964. I knew a lot of the people who were in the yearbook, or so I thought. What was funny to me was that nobody looked the way I remembered them. I saw names – names I recognized – connected to faces that I would never have suspected belonged to people I knew. They all looked so normal. By normal, I guess I mean they looked strange, unfamiliar. They just look like any old body, and not like people I remember.

Who could guess that drifting down memory lane could be so disorienting? I saw one thing that made me happy, though. It was a picture of a friend of mine, a boy I had known since sixth grade. He was a good boy with a bad reputation, probably brought on by the fact that his father was a well-known abusive drunk. When I knew him, this boy was guarded and a little bit cynical. But here he was, in 1964, when I no longer knew him, and he was smiling! Furthermore, he was one of the class officers. Apparently the rest of the school had recognized what I always knew: despite the bad circumstances, in the face of all the gossip and the abuse, there was a decent young man, worthy of trust and popularity. Well, that made me happy.

So, today I’m still sick, although as you can see, the blogger has peeked her head out of her misery hole long enough to mutter about illness and research and small, happy surprises found in the faded pages of an old high school yearbook online.

For the sake of all the abandoned heroines and heroes in their lonely, silent castles, I hope the romance writer can soon swim her way up from the depths of this horrible flu and turn all the hi-fi stereos so they’re playing “I Want to Hold your Hand” at maximum volume. Can romance fail to ensue?

The mystery writer and the horror writer will have to wait their turn. For now the blogger is tired, and gasping a bit for air, and means to take a nap. When she wakes, she hopes to be a romance writer again.

Here’s my WIP word count at David S. Gale’s site.

Why I love

Sometimes the WIP isn't the only source of frustration.

Sometimes the WIP isn’t the only source of frustration.

Yesterday morning I sent the following email to my web host, Several more emails went back and forth, and by afternoon, TigerTech had restored the main site and all the subdomains and never said one snarky word to me. Also, they didn’t try to sell me anything–are you listening, GoDaddy? Nami Teramoto is the tiger who saved my bacon. Does she rock, or what? XOXO, TigerTech!

Customer name: Redacted
Customer email address:
Busted site: Redacted dot com
Warning!: Redacted dot com has many email boxes, and my life would be a big pile of used hay if the email boxes were to be deleted.

What happened:
After ignoring the site for many months, I tried to log in. (WP sent an email urging me to update, so I was going to do it.)
I could not log in. No matter which username or email address I used, I got that irritating shake that tells me I’ve done something wrong. So, okay, one by one—admins and contributors, I tried to log in.
One by one, using email addresses for admins & contributors, I tried to log in.
I decided to use the WordPress standby and tried to get WP to send a reset link to my email address.
Wordpress said it never heard of my email address. I tried the other email address, then went down the line.
Nope. WordPress never heard of any of them. Apparently my site has broken up with me without letting me know.

So I went to tiger tech dot net to seek info. My thought was to reinstall WordPress, because clearly something was wrong with the site. Something bad.
At first, I thought I’d just reinstall, and the new installation would overwrite the old installation, but you know that doesn’t work.
I got two yellow boxes telling me I had to delete the database.
I deleted the data base.
I tried to install WordPress—and got the same yellow boxes. No go.
Like an idiot, I went through this dance several times. It’s Hotel California, fellas.

I’ve found ways to try to fix the problem by linking from your site (your site is great. I love it.), but I’m not smart enough to understand the fixes that have to do with tinkering around in the backside of WordPress. I’m strictly a dashboard girl.

TO COMPLICATE MATTERS: the site, redacted dot com, has a bunch of active email addresses along with it. It would cause a lot of trouble if I have to completely un-host the site. It would take a couple of weeks to get ready to do that, because of the email boxes. For these reasons, I’d prefer not to un-host the site unless it is absolutely necessary. In fact, the email boxes are more important than the site itself, which is now empty (I blew the data base several times, remember, and it’s okay. Nothing important was lost.)

Here’s what’s weird: I had made three or four subdomains of that site, and all of them behaved the same was [way] as the main site. I don’t understand this at all, because they are so separate. To get to each one, I had to log in separately. The sub-domains, like the main site, are not important. (I blew those databases, too and didn’t try to restore the subdomains. I did make a new subdomain, redacted dot redacted dot com, and it works fine.) So why did the sub-domains all behave crazy? (Sub-domains are where I play with themes. I like to learn user-y stuff. High-brainy technical stuff, I’m just not up for. I can’t find the starting-place for that.)

I’m stumped and I appeal to you for help. If possible, could you just delete wordpress from that site? Then I can install it fresh and start over. If you have to, you can install wordpress and send me a temporary username and password. That would be okay, too.

Just don’t blow up the email boxes yet—I have much work to do before that can happen without a solar-flare disruption of my life.

redacted dot com and all its subdomain[s] refused to allow me to log in and did not recognize my email addresses
I deleted databases
I tried to install wordpress on the site, but could not
The site is still down.
There are many email boxes associated with that site, and please don’t delete them at this time! (Ideally, never delete them. Redacted was my oldest hosted site, and I expected it to be around forever.)

That’s it. My (current) tale of woe. Help me if you can. If you can’t let me know, and I’ll get started on doing something about the email boxes.

123 Redacted Drive
Redacted, Texas

Right, and now I can’t unbold my signature. Brain cells are fizzling out by the thousands. I just know it.

Enter 2016


Daily planner

Here’s what we’re supposed to do.


Well, Scribblers, it happened again during the night. The old year ended and the new year started.

Sort of.

If you’re like me, the New Year doesn’t really start till Monday. That’s when we all go back to work or to school, and we pick up the reins of Real Life again.

Is that drudgery or is that excitement?

If you’re like me, and working on a book, it’s excitement. The story I’m revising now is getting more and more exciting to me as it goes along. Okay, sure, I see that it is going to need at least one round of heavy re-writing before it’s time to edit, polish, format, and hit “publish,” but it’s still exciting.

There’s also a bit of drudgery, too. With my husband going back to work we are going to have to return to eating my cooking, which means I have to return to cooking. Really, nobody’s all that happy regarding the coming Food Dismalness, but that also is a fact of life in January.

wet, gloomy day in the suburbs

This is how January looks here in North Texas

Just as you’re craving chili or a thick, savory stew, it’s time to hit the diet trail. Poached egg whites and raw broccoli when it’s 40F outside. Yum.

Much better to think about our books!

Remember I said the current WIP needed a lot of work? Oh, yeah. I’m unwinding two romances so I can make two regular-size books out of one 140,000 word monster. The first thing I have to do is to make the secondary romance into something sturdy enough and interesting enough to carry 70,000 words of its own.

I wasn’t too smart with the secondary romance in the first draft.

Honestly, it goes something like this:

Sweet Mary and Cheerful John go off by themselves and fall in love, which causes trouble for other people.

They go to dances, parties, picnics, and always, they go off by themselves and gaze at each other, causing the sharp-eyed observers to see an inappropriate and downright inconvenient love affair shaping up. This works modestly well in the big tangled book, because the love affair between Sweet Mary and Cheerful John causes some sharp-eyed observers to start throwing monkey wrenches into the works, which causes trouble in the primary romance.

Obviously, Sweet Mary and Cheerful John need some filling out.*

Once I’ve built Sweet Mary and Cheerful John into real characters, I still have to face the parts of my book where they fall in love.

You know what? “John and Mary went to the other end of the assembly hall and gazed at each other” is not much of an outline for a scene.

I felt lost and a bit whimpery-hopeless till I remembered a worksheet of my own that helps put me in a good frame of mind for scene-writing. This worksheet is long and exhaustive, and absolutely works.

It probably works because it is long and exhaustive. Well, let’s call it comprehensive.

We writers would much rather have comprehension than exhaustion, wot?

The other good thing about the worksheet is that I devised it myself after years of study and practice, so it is mine to give away.

This worksheet is this month’s gift and secret sauce for members of Scribbers’ Den. Watch your email for the link.

Hey, any writer mind tricks that can take “John and Mary went off by themselves and fell in love” from blank page to first draft is worth signing up for.

Sorry for going so far off-topic, but I really am jazzed about this WIP and about this worksheet.

Where were we?

Ah, the New Year.

Boys' Town Planners

Those lovely folks certainly seem to know human nature.

Check out the photo to the left. Those lovely folks at Boys’ Town sent me a suite of organizers. They must know us so well! Boys’ Town does good work and donations to them are some of the happiest things I do with money.

In thinking about setting goals, of course I had to think about word count and about daily accountability. But here’s another thing, and it’s already been mentioned in this post: Real Life.

That is to say, life with Real People in it. Family and friends, to start with.

So my first step in setting my daily accountability is to mark out every Sunday in the year. Sunday is for worship, love, and rest, in whatever order and proportions that suit you personally. If Sunday isn’t your Sabbath or day of rest, adjust accordingly.

My inclination is to put my head down and work till I fall over, never taking a break till I’m so broken that it takes a year or two to repair me.

How dumb is that?

Don’t answer.

So, first step in getting the new year in order, block off one day per week for rest, recuperation, regeneration, recharging, reconnecting with family, remembering to worship. Creativity is infinite, but we human beings need to stop and breathe, even if we have to schedule it!

After that, consider your production schedule. Nowadays, we writers are like hamsters in a wheel, racing endlessly to release novels and novellas before readers forget about us.

Some writers release a novel per month. I don’t see how in the world I could ever do that.

Can you do that? How long can you keep it up? Do you have to keep it up?

Three books per year seems doable to me. I like to gear the stories to the holiday or to the season, as in the mysterious “Christmas short” that I did not release last month. (I still don’t know what that’s about except to say that no one has access to my computer but me, so it had to be my own doing. Head desk.)

So, three books per year.

What season or holidays sell best?

You’d think Christmas would be a big seller for the romance market. Certainly I love romances set at Christmas time.

What else? Easter calls to me. Spring, those sweet yellow green leaves appearing all over the winter-dead sticks that used to be trees and will be again. Cherry pink and apple blossom white. Little girls in Easter dresses and little boys in their new Sunday suits. Patent leather shoes and straw hats.

Rain. Thunderstorms. Yummy stuff like that. Snow melt. Mud. Sun defeating the clouds.

And Halloween. Yikes, we love Halloween around here. Any excuse to dress up and become someone else for a night.

So say you decided to release a book December 1, April 1, and October 1. It’s six months from April 1 to October 1—plenty of time for readers to forget about you.

Better throw in some summer shorts. Summer love is fun, too, isn’t it?

Or summer murder mysteries. Or summer space opera?

What length will the stories be? That depends on the genre and on you. How big are your ideas?

If Sweet Mary and Cheerful John can keep it interesting for 70,000 words, I’ll be surprised.

No, I’ll be busy.

But to bring in a dragon-and-elf fantasy in 70,000 the writer has to be quick.

Or the writer has to go for a series.

But for me, a romance writer, figure three 70k novels and two 25k shorts.

That’s 260,000 words per year.


Fifty weeks per year. (You don’t honestly count the weeks around Thanksgiving and Christmas, do you?)

Do you feel the need to lie down and rest a while? I do.

Not all months are created equal. Poor little February has only 28 days, three times out of four. (We’re in luck! This is a leap year!) January appears to have 31 days, but as discussed earlier, January doesn’t start till the fourth, so it has one day fewer than February. March is nice and long and unbroken by demanding holidays. And so forth.

After you mark out Sundays, go ahead and mark out any other days you know you won’t be able to write. Annual visits from in-laws. For me, that happens in November, another reason I don’t do NaNoWriMo. How about you? Do you typically wait till the last moment to file income taxes? That’s going to ruin several days for you. Are you expecting a child or grandchild this year? Mark out as many days as you think you’ll be too tired or too busy to write.

We are definitely going to have to pump up the daily word count.

So, I take myself over to that website I told you about in the December Special Edition newsletter and set up the first project: John and Mary’s Sweet, Cheerful Romance. Note that John and Mary have undergone changes of names. This will probably happen a couple more times before it’s published. Oy.

Writing Schedule

Here’s part of my plan for writing the first romance

Start date: January 11

End date: February 29

Total word goal: 70,000

Sundays: 0 words

Saturdays: 50% of regular goal.

This gives me, according to David Gale’s calculations, a daily word goal of 1843 Monday-Friday and 922 on Saturday.

With good outlining and my own handy-dandy scene design worksheet, I believe this is doable.

The beauty part of David Gale’s site is that if something goes wrong and I miss a day, I plug in 0 for that day, and all the other days adjust so I can make up for the missing day and still hit the overall goal on time.

Of course, first draft isn’t the same as publishable fiction.

But that is a topic for another post or six. 🙂

PS: Happy New Year!

*A job for my personal Character-building Mojo and maybe a text such as Holly’s How to Create a Character, but that’s not today’s topic. 🙂

In the absence of stockings

In the absence of stockings, we offer one big fuzzy foot covering that is neither sock nor shoe, but some other thing. Hey, it’s Christmasy!

No idea what this is, but doesn't it look festive?

No idea what this is, but doesn’t it look festive?

In the absence of reindeer

Burlap, the 9th reindeer, shows off her fur collar and satin reins.

Burlap, the 9th reindeer, shows off her fur collar and satin reins.

In the absence of Santa

Would your out-of-state friends enjoy these?

Would your out-of-state friends enjoy these?

In the absence of Santa, his sleigh and his bag of gifts,

I share a few snapshots of a nearby craft store. Lights! Camera! Blog!

2015 in the rearview mirror

Writing is easy. Just stare at the page till blood squirts out of your eyeballs.

Writing is easy. Just stare at the page till blood squirts out of your eyeballs.

Goals part 1—if you don’t shoot, you can’t score

Completely out of nowhere, today my calendar app puts up a note: Release Christmas short today.

Say what?

All I can figure is that at some time I must have planned to write a “Christmas short” and that I dutifully chose and recorded a release date. Other than that, I have no clue as to what this is about. Which series was it for? What genre? Which characters were supposed to be in it? Was there a point to it, or was it just red-and-green sparkly stuff?

Life is—well, my life is—like a tumble dryer, and trying to keep it all in order while you’re being rotated on your short axis in a swampy tangle is an exercise in failure. All of this is the reason for calendars, right?

Once upon a time I did something right. I set a goal. Release Christmas short.
But there’s a lot I did wrong, or rather didn’t do at all. I didn’t set interim goals and I didn’t record my goals or set up a system to keep myself on course. So when a sudden wind came up, schedule-wise, I got blown hopelessly off course. Is this the fault of the wind? Nope.

Whose fault, then?
I’d raise my hand, but then the typing would go all wacky.
We’re going into a new year. This is a time of reflection, rejoicing, regret, repentance and recalculation, and I’m full of all of it. How about you?

Here’s my plan for today–
Think deeply about what I want to do and how to do it.
Do I want to write? Do I want to publish? Or do I want to chuck it all and become a normal person, one who meets other people for coffee and doesn’t rush off to take notes afterward?

Answer: Writing is the payoff, the pleasure, the fulfillment. Publishing is the mechanism that brings income. Being normal is—I don’t know what being normal is. Does anyone? Okay, I’ll tell you what being normal is. It’s a non-starter. I have no idea how to do it and have less appetite for learning it.

So, I’m a writer. I must write. Yet often I can’t write. Time to think of ways to fix that.

How can I enhance my writing skills?

Answer: To enhance writing skills I will continue to read and test writing advice found in books and in online courses. I’ll report my experiences with both of these modes, because I want to continue to be of service to writers.

Do I need to gird myself with new software or new techniques?

Answer: For the time being, my current software is sufficient. In fact, the Adobe Creative Cloud suite is more than I can afford or have time for, so it can go.

Is there any way to improve my physical environment?
Answer: My physical environment is awful and there is no way to fix it short of throwing half the inmates out of the house and hiring a full-time caregiver for Mom.

Is my attitude the best it can be?
Answer: My attitude has been bad the past few years, very defeatist. Defeatism is the most perfect self-fulfilling prophecy on earth. Changing attitude is harder than changing hair color and it requires constant attention. I’m thinking of putting a repeating note on my calendar: Today you will not give up. I can send myself a scheduled email every day: Today you will not give up. I can get a tattoo: Today you will not get a tattoo.

How can I get more cooperation from my family?
Answer: They are already doing their best. They are people, same as me, with their own goals and pains, and sometimes they need me to help. Sometimes they offer me the pleasure of their company, and I’m not giving that up. Still….It’s hard to explain to non-writers about “flow.” They don’t understand that it takes time to transport myself into a different place and time and take up the cause of a different person. When flow is broken it is hard to regain.

Sometimes it’s impossible to regain. The best answer so far is noise-cancelling headphones. They soften the screaming from the TV. Fair warning–noise-cancelling headphones make for some surprises. Nobody can get your attention by calling your name, so they have to tap on your shoulder. It’s startling for all concerned! Also, because the headphones fit very tightly, they can cause headaches after a while.

Time is always a problem. I’ve heard the term “time management” for years, but time isn’t manageable. It just is. Or isn’t, depending on your viewpoint. And there is no such thing as writing time. There is only me, responding and reacting to the kicks and punches of outrageous fortune, and then trying to get my head back into my writing.

I’m writing a sweet romance that takes place in an idyllic vacation spot, but in real life the dishwasher is still on the fritz despite three service calls, a politician I hate is making another speech on the TV, the new gas cooker still doesn’t have a vent because the cabinetmaker has disappeared, it’s time for the little dog to have her staples removed, Mom is obsessing about getting a specific, no-longer-manufactured food processor for my newly single brother, another hole has appeared in the fence, the computer can’t stay connected to the internet since that last operating system update, the government computer system has been hacked again and all my family’s financial data is again in the hands of the Chinese army or Russian mob or Julian Assange, and the car is acting funny.

Honestly, now, is your day any different?

It all goes back to flow, to taking control of one’s mind. I—we—have to be able to say, “Look, I can’t do anything about the stupid government’s lackadaisical attitude toward my personal data, so let’s just see how we can get Jack and Janet to the barn for their first kiss, okay?”

The doorbell is ringing. Why did I get that fixed?

How about you? What are the biggest challenges to your writing goals? I would love to hear about them, and if you have solved them, I would really love to hear about that!

Next: Goals Part 2

The door is closing—

Are you in?

I’ve just sent the last email regarding Holly Lisle’s How to Revise Your Novel, but I felt it only fair to post this information here, as well.

At 11:59 tonight Eastern Standard Time the registration period for HTRYN will close. It probably won’t open again till after NaNoWriMo 2016. That’s a year from now.

Big news!

Holly Lisle will be in the forums with us!

Holly published 32 novels with major traditional publishing houses. When self-publishing became a viable alternative to traditional publishing, she said good-bye to the old world and grabbed the new world with both hands.

Whichever publishing model you choose, storytelling is the same. You need well-rounded characters, strong motivations, well-developed plots, worlds that immerse the reader in wonder, scenes that dig into the reader’s imagination and stake a claim there, and powerful themes.

Sound like a tall order? It is.

I hope you’ll join us for this special session of Holly Lisle’s How To Revise Your Novel. 

Here’s the non-affiliate link, if you prefer.

Did you write the story you dreamed of?

Revise Your Novel

A great course for writers who plan to publish.

Someone asks why I think HTRYN is such an important course for writers.

My question is: Did you write the story you dreamed of?

For a novel, I’m looking at 60,000 to maybe 75,000 words. Figuring about 250 words per typewritten, double-spaced page—that’s quite a pile of pages.

I punch those pages and put them into a neatly labeled 3-ring binder, so it doesn’t look like such a mess, but the truth is, it’s still a mess. It was a fun mess to make, but nobody is going to give this mess a good review.

First draft is fun, no doubt about it, specially when I’m writing fast. Conversations can go all over the place, characters can take weird side-trips off plot. New characters can invade the book, take it over, and lead it into some other genre. Characters that mattered a lot in early chapters can simply disappear somewhere in the middle, never to be heard from or accounted for again. Setting—what setting? Wasn’t this supposed to be a radio drama?

There’s a story in that mess someplace, but finding it is like trying to put the house back in order after the world’s wildest party. And doing it while some of the party guests are still sleeping it off in the laundry bin. Or the garage. And nobody’s seen the cat since Thursday. And wasn’t there a balcony up there somewhere? (That last comment is Based On A True Story.)

Really, wouldn’t it be easier just to give the house away and move? Write a new book, and try to make it more coherent, interesting, exciting, well-paced, and gracefully expressed next time? Maybe. But it’s not fair to the story to throw away a book just because I’m feeling distraught and lost.

Never mind the muse might take offense. And my family is looking at me like, “What? Again? Why don’t you ever finish anything and send it off?”

Revision is the right thing to do. It’s the right career move, too, by the way.

Some people think that cleaning up the typos and fiddling with the structure of some sentences is revision. Sorry, but that’s not even editing.

Back in my story analyst/development exec days, we used to sit around the conference table, beating a script into shape. We didn’t start by fixing typos or arguing about comma placement.

It was more like, “Does the grandpa have to die?” or “What if Jerry was Sherry and it’s really a love story?” or “What if we take away the electromagnetic glitz guns and give everybody magic wands? Most of this script reads like a fantasy, anyway, except for the E-G-G’s.” Or “Heckle and Metz don’t have much to do. Let’s combine them and then we’ll have one three-dimensional character rather than two stick figures.” Or “This story would have more impact if it were set in Las Vegas, rather than in Akron.”

As novelists, we don’t often have a group of savvy collaborators to find the core of the story and heighten its importance or locate the abandoned subplots and cut them out or make sure they get completed.

Holly Lisle has devised a system, and as much as we may resist systems, we need one for revision. Each working part of the story is picked out, analyzed, and set up to be forged into excellence. The system is logical, one step building on the one before.

Remember how, when we’re in first draft, we’re always trying to shush the internal editor? Guess who’s in charge for revision? Yep. The Editor. So while The Writer may need only gentle guidelines, The Editor relies on systems to be effective.

And there’s the conference table, too. In the forums, we talk to each other. Ask questions, get answers, get ideas, get sympathy. It’s even better than the conference table because we can take the time we need. We don’t have to be out of the conference room in time for the next meeting to take place. If we ask a question, we can get answers for days, as far-flung class members check in and offer their ideas.

Registration for How to Revise Your Novel closes Tuesday, December 15, 2015 at 11:59PM EST. It probably won’t open again till this time next year.

You can live without How To Revise Your Novel. You can even write and publish without it. But the process will be easier on you and more effective for the story if you use the system laid out in HTRYN. Part of the work in HTRYN is creating your own flavor of it, to fit your stories and your way of working. This way, each revision is a bit easier than the one before.

I hope that you do decide to make How To Revise Your Novel the next step in your writing journey. I’ll email you Monday afternoon to remind you that registration is closing. After that, I won’t talk much about it.

Here is the non-affiliate link, if you prefer to use it.

Whatever you decide, Scribblers’ Den is still open and I still want you to visit, read, comment, and participate.

Go. Be glorious!

Denkeeper Lyn

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