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One of those days…

Well shit, today was just one of those days where it seemed like everything was going against me.

Got locked out of a password tool this morning due to a stupid auto-fill by the OTHER password tool. Lost 30 minutes there trying to get back in. No luck.

Then something in my standing desk electronics got messed up, so the desk will only move down now. *sigh* Lost 15 minutes trying to fix that and then gave up. Still need to look into it.

And tonight the overhead interior light in my Jeep Wrangler got stuck on. As in, won’t turn off when I’m driving. Instead of going to write (like I was trying to do), I spent an hour trouble shooting that before just pulling the damn fuse for the overhead light. Guess I’ll be taking the jeep into the shop in the morning.

And on top of it all I only did like 250 words this morning because I had to finish up the section of fence we started, rip out the rest of the chainlink fence around that side of the house, and then do as much client work as I could fit in.

Even though I did get some stuff done, it feels like a wasted day when the world’s against you like that.

I’ve still got to finish a writing workshop tonight. Only 100 words on that so far and I need 300 minimum. I can manage 200 words. Then I’ll troubleshoot the desk for fifteen minutes before I call it.

Tomorrow’s another day, thank the gods.

Quick note

Just a quick note to hold the streak. I spent the whole day building a fence and am more physically exhausted than I’ve been in months. No new words today but I will get back on track tomorrow. The fence is looking awesome though. Photos when it’s done!

Busy Saturday

Spent the first part of today reading and writing. Doing sprints online with a writer friend, I managed 1200 words on Translocator 3 and even got to the gym before 1pm.

Then, after lunch, I did some marketing for my books—setting up new advertising and making images to use in some of the ads. Here’s one of them, as an example (these are for BookBub ads).

The Auriga Project ad

And lastly, my dad and I are replacing the chainlink fence at my house with a wooden fence. So he came over, we ripped out some of the chainlink, and then went to Home Depot and got supplies to start building the new fence tomorrow. Metal posts, cedar planks, quick-dry cement, screws and fasteners.

I’ve never built a fence before, so this is going to be an adventure 😀 Fortunately my dad is good with construction projects and he has a plan.

So plenty of work ahead of me in the next couple days. On the bright side, I’m at a great place with Translocator 3 so the words are coming fast and easy and I should have no problem maintaining this pace. At this rate, (knock on wood) I should be done the first draft by mid-December and be able to send it to my editor before the end of the year.

And the fence much sooner than that!

Cycling back with Translocator 3

Cycle back

I’m in a weird place with the current draft of Translocator 3 — right at the end of the first act, just over 20,000 words written so far, and trying to get everything into its proper place for the setup before I move on into the middle of the novel.

As a result of a few mistakes I made while writing what I’ve got on the page so far, I had to go back to the beginning and read through twice as I cleaned some things up and made necessary changes. I changed the role/title of a character. I altered the timeline so that everything lined up better. I fixed a few inconsistencies in plot elements that I had forgotten (*facepalm*) in the months since I finished The Alien Element.

All this is to say that while I’ve only got 20k words on the page, I’ve written more like 30k or maybe 35k if you count all my notes, cuts, and revisions.

But as usual, it was necessary and good work, and I’m glad I took the time to do it. The story is better off for it.

Some writers call this “cycling”, where you jump back a ways and clean up the story as you read through it for a second (or third, or fourth) time. Once you hit “white space” (where you left off), you’ve got the fresh memory and momentum to carry on.

So that’s where I left off this morning, before I had to run off to do client work and other stuff during the day. White space. Tonight I cooked dinner with Shelly and turned in a writing workshop assignment, and then wrote this. So tomorrow I’ll start fresh, and hopefully knock out the last chapter in the first act. It’ll be fun, because it’s designed to end with what should be a jaw-dropping moment.

That way Act 2 can open with a bang.

And a twist. Because what would the opening of act two be without a twist?


I once asked a friend, a chef who had spent years living in New Orleans, what he thought the local secret to delicious New Orlean’s style jambalaya was.

“Everyone makes it different,” he said. “That’s why it’s called JUMBLE-aya.”

I snorted and pretended to straighten a stack of plates. We were standing in the long, open kitchen of the restaurant during a quiet night. He leaned forward across the prep station to hear me.

“Okay, how about this…What’s the best jambalaya you ever had?”

“My aunt’s, probably. She’s a great cook. Makes two big pots of jambalaya for family reunions, one with Andouille sausage and another with crawdaddys.”

“Ugh. Like with the heads on and shit?”

“Delicious.” He made a sucking sound with his fingers as if he was draining the head of a crawfish of its juices.

“Okay, but there’s gotta be a local trick, right? Special spices? Some kind of hot sauce? Like, what’s the go to? I want to know how New Orleans locals make it. I just use the stuff in a box.”

He shrugged. “Zatarain’s.”

“Wait, really? That’s what I use.”

“Then you good, man.”


“Damnit, now I want crawdaddys.”

“My bad.”

“Make yourself useful and get me some more plates.”


I don’t know whether my chef friend was being straight with me or just trying to get me out of his hair.

I’m inclined to accept that New Orleans locals love Zatarain’s as much as I do.

Because this stuff?

This stuff is DE-LICIOUS.

I gotta get myself down to New Orleans one day soon.

The path of discipline

The other day I wrote about how creativity is not a well that can be emptied, or which diminishes over time. It’s more like a muscle that gets stronger with exercise.

I was talking about writing. But sometimes coincidence packs a hell of a punch. I fired up my podcasts app yesterday and saw that Jocko Willink, decorated Navy Seal, was guest hosting The Tim Ferriss show.

The topic? Discipline.

He has a new book out called Discipline Equals Freedom: Field Manual. One section talks about the “psychological win over the enemy” that a person gains from waking up early, which leads him to the topic of discipline.

This is what he says…

“Now, some scientists have claimed that discipline dissipates the more it is used—that willpower is a finite resource that is reduced every time it is used during the day.

This is wrong. That does not happen.

To the contrary, I believe, and studies have shown, that discipline and willpower do not go down as they are called into action—they actually get stronger.”

Could it be that discipline and creativity are the same that way? They get stronger, better, smarter, the more you use them? The more you work at it?

This makes sense to me. Creativity, especially regular writing output over a long period of time, certainly requires discipline. It can be hard. It calls up fear. It demands sacrifice. Creativity and discipline are the same that way.

Willink goes on for a while about this. Then he warns the reader away from the downside…

“Unfortunately, the opposite is also true. Once you step off the path [of discipline], you tend to stray far. When you don’t prepare what you need to do the ne

xt day, when you sleep in and then skip your workout and you don’t start attacking the tasks you have—because you didn’t write them down the night before—that is when you make bad decisions. That is when your will and discipline fail. You figure you might as well have that donut for breakfast and once you have done that, might as well put down four or five pieces of pizza for lunch. It doesn’t matter anymore—you’re off the path and that is a disaster. Your will didn’t break—it never showed up in the first place.

So. Get on the path of discipline and stay on the path.

Discipline begets discipline.

Will propagates MORE WILL.

Hold the line across the line and victory will be yours.”

Willink’s words inspired me so much I actually got up early this morning and exercised. That’s why sleep is calling me at 9:21pm on a Saturday. So I’m going to head to sleep.If you’re still awake for a while longer, you can listen to the man read the words himself on Tim’s show. He is inspiring.

Jolt to the system

Photo taken at Houndstooth this afternoon.

Austin is littered with coffee shops like this. Free WiFi and delicious, imported, overpriced cups of joe. Spent a few hours there writing to finish up the day. Backwards Fridays continue to serve me well. It’s like a jolt to the system. A soft refresh.

And now the weekend stretches ahead of me like the still waters of a lapis lagoon.

Writing has nothing to do with how you feel about it

I’m gonna have to go look up the writing book where I first encountered this advice, because it’s escaping me right now, but the wisdom went something like this:

The quality of your writing has no correlation to how you feel about it while you’re writing.

That’s right, no matter whether you’re happy or sad, angry or depressed, jubilant or hungover, your emotional state does not correlate to the quality of the words you’re writing.

I’ve had days when I’m a miserable grump, and write a great scene in spite of myself. I’ve had days where I’m depressed and write crap.

I’ve deleted scenes that I thought were brilliant and which I wrote in a burst of inspiration. Oops.

I’ve had good days and bad days and everything in between. The quality of my work stays consistent—and (I hope) actually improves with time.

Will it be easier to sit down and work when you’re in a good mood? Of course.

That’s why taking care of your health is so important.

But you don’t have to be in a good mood to work.

As a professional, you go to work no matter how you feel. Do you want to be a pro? Then get to work.

This fetish with the flash of inspiration is damaging to the working writer. It gives the wrong expectation. How can a writer not be disappointed with a bland day when they expect genius at every turn?

In the end writing is a craft. And like the woodworker goes to the shop every day no matter how he feels about his work at the moment, so must the writer.

Otherwise how are you going to get enough practice to be any good at this thing?

Are you going to wait until inspiration strikes?

Are you going to wait until you’re “in the mood”?

Nope. The time is now. Get to work.