I’ve been pretty quiet, I know. I assure you, I’m being productive. The edits for the Scarecrows of Stagwater have been occupying most of my time. Soon, friends, soon. As I refine the scenes, things have been popping up that I didn’t know about. It’s fun. And hard. Sometimes my puny human brain has trouble working its way through the tangled web of my first draft. Still on track to meet the deadline, though. Hopefully by the time it goes to press and e-book, I’ll have a book that I’m not embarrassed to have other people read.
Here’s a recent painting I made for my sister on her birthday. I’ve decided to call it “Night Owl”. This one seems pretty popular, so I’ll be doing more along these lines. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be able to save up enough money to afford one of your own!*
I don’t want to mislead anyone. I don’t think of myself as an especially gifted writer. I try to put my time in is all. But I learned some stuff (and continue to learn other stuff) that I’m compelled to pass along.
I used to operate under the impression that if I read things that were along the lines of what I wanted to write, that my writing would grow on its own. Of course it’s important to read those things, but I didn’t have a firm grasp on the necessity for outside critique. I certainly didn’t know how to find anyone to crit my work.
Jeremy C. Shipp, an author I respect and enjoy reading, held an online class/workshop last year. He taught me a lot, and that’s an understatement. My post-workshop writing is miles beyond my pre-workshop writing. Jeremy is still doing online workshops, and I’d recommend them for anyone who wants to grow as a writer.
But beyond that, I got to meet other writers. The connections I made in Jeremy’s class are just as valuable as the writing skills. Kate Jonez, for instance, has become my partner in crime. Or I’ve become hers. I don’t know. By coincidence, we were both in Jeremy’s class…
Things are developing right now. I don’t want to jinx anything by saying what WILL happen. I’ll say we’re working toward big things, including the annihilation of the word “awesome”, a full-scale media blitz, and publication of my first novel ‘The Scarecrows of Stagwater’.
Come back to this site real regular-like. There are going to be interviews soon. Also new art. And news. I better get to work. Go look at my paintings until I get back.
Since you ask, here’s an update. Kinda. I don’t know how much I should say about it, but something HUGE is cooking right now between me and Omnium Gatherum. Rest assured that as this thing develops over the next several months, this web page will be bursting with information, images, and giddy ramblings. Until then, absorb the following information:
Norchug Mot Losiat, Chuggie to his friends, is the walking embodiment of drought. When, in his rambling, he stumbles upon the remote city of Stagwater, he finds love, temptation, and treachery. With weapons new and old, he fights against men, demons, and his own nature to combat the sinister forces threatening the city.