Stink Bug – Chapter 11

I rolled over. The stiff feather blanket scratched across my chin. I blinked my eyes and was surprised to see that this was already daylight. I heard the familiar trills and clucks of the Vrr’ak’l nearby. I shut my eyes again, slowly accepting the reality that I was still in a giant bird’s nest in a tree somewhere on the far side of a light, fluffy, sticky tunnel.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 11”

Revision, Writing, and Rewriting

I’m in the process of revising my first novel, Prince of Herongarde. I’ve already written a complete first draft, and then gone through and revised it, at which point, I found a bunch of beta-readers and sent it out.

Now I’m looking at it again, trying to incorporate what my readers suggested and fixing things up because I’ve learned I have some bad writing habits. For example, I suffer from ‘white room’ writing, in which there is absolutely no description of the environment in which the characters are acting. I also am guilty of ‘telling’ and not ‘showing.’ Continue reading “Revision, Writing, and Rewriting”

Professional Meetings and Exercise – Why Dancing Matters

I’m currently in Calgary attending the Advances in Stable Isotope Techniques and Applications (ASITA) meeting. This, like all professional meetings, is a challenge for people who like to work out daily. There just isn’t enough hours in the day, it seems, to attend the various parts of the meeting and get a good workout in.Continue reading “Professional Meetings and Exercise – Why Dancing Matters”

On the Necessity of Specialist Meetings – #ASITA2013

I am writing this from a classroom at the University of Calgary, where I’m attending a conference called ASITA (Advances in Stable Isotope Techniques and Applications). I’ve been tweeting about it here (Apparently, though, I’m the only one tweeting. Maybe others will join next year.)

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Stink Bug – Chapter 10

It started with a sneeze that startled me from my slumber. There was a tickle in my throat and I coughed. The tickle wouldn’t go away, and the cough grew in intensity. I sneezed again. My eyes burned. I sat up and looked about. All around me was darkness. A stiff blanket of feathers slid off my body. Another sneeze.Continue reading “Stink Bug – Chapter 10”