Critiques vs. Reviews
How much weight should writers give reviews?
Jun 22
Jun 1

A new month is here, and new writing goals appear. I had great plans to finish and submit two more stories, but fate intervened. However, three days and two plumbers later, my bathroom and kitchen are okay and I am ready to focus on writing again.
I have worked on one of the stories, but it is not done. I hope to get them finished by the end of this month, but I also have the looming rewrite of my novel. I don’t want to put that off too much longer.
I suppose it is common for people to overestimate how much they can get done. In some ways, I keep overloading myself and am happy when I get something done. Other times, I feel like I need to get real with myself and set realistic goals that are achievable. Problem is, I have ambition.
I do have some balance in my life. I make time for friends and family. I do have a day job that is completely different from writing. I try to have a few hobbies that have nothing to do with writing, or writing adjacent (I’m a big TV and movie junkie.)
I have big dreams for my writing. Last year did wonders for my writing self-esteem and I want to continue the momentum. But writing is such a solitary action and I find myself talking and thinking about writing more than actually writing.
I’m sure plenty are nodding their heads too. I think this is a much more common problem. My solution? I need to find a schedule that I can stick to. Ever since I had to go back into the office, my schedule has been in shambles. It doesn’t help that the days I’m in office rotate from week to week. Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful I only go in two days a week, but I need to figure it out. Maybe an hour in the evening? We’ll see. My previous schedule was a morning write and that’s much harder now to do everyday.
Maybe the best idea is to not write those two days and focus on other aspects of the writing life. Work on these posts, create more images, and work on videos for my YouTube channel.
We’ll see. I do my best and figure something out.
In other news, I’m loving Murderbot on Apple+. I watched Andor and loved it too. I’m getting back into the Handmaid’s Tale. I watched the first season, but got busy and didn’t watch anymore. Now that it had the series finale, I can binge watch it. Spoilers don’t bother me at all. I’ve watched full recaps and still watched the show. I find that recappers don’t notice everything and always leave a few things out. Sometimes they are important. Sometimes they are trivial details.
Plus, as a writer, story is rarely unique. If you’ve read the books, you kinda know how things will end. If it is original, like Andor, I’m more interested in how the story is told, not what happens. (Although, with Andor, you know it is building towards Rogue One.) A lifetime of reading has taught me a lot about how stories unfold, so when it is done well, I become a fan.
On that note, I hope everyone is enjoying some good stories.
Happy Writing!
Apr 15

I haven’t set foot in a Spanish language class since 1995. And yet, when I read Julia Alvarez’s book The Cemetery of Untold Stories, the language came back to me in a rush. My tongue sticks when I try and speak new Spanish sentences out among the public, but repeating what I read? No problem. My brain shifts to some long-forgotten gear and I know (mostly) what is being written.
Hola! Like an old friend, my language skill greets me. Yes, I remember that word. And the next. And the next. Until I read one that is new.
Cuentame.
Tell me a story.
The word is melodious to me. I repeat it over and over in the weeks after I read the book. I confess, I had never read much by Latinx American writers. Not because I wasn’t interested, but only because I hadn’t made my way to them. This year I made a commitment to read more, but with my eye sight not how it used to be, large print books are my new favority thing. The local library has a limited, but decent asortment. No more headaches for me.
Sometimes I wish I had kept up my Spanish. I have two cousins that are far more fluent than me. A distant cousin who is half Mexican and fluent. Maybe at one time, I was okay. Now, I’m picking at words and grateful for Google translate. Lord help me if I ever get lost in a Spanish language country.
Still, I delight in the memories when I read Ms. Alvarez’s work. My Puerto Rican Spanish teacher from high school would be proud. I still remember basic sentences and words. I just had to wake them up from their slumber.
Es verdad?
Yes, it is the truth. At least the truth as I know it. There has been no trauma to my mind. No wounds. No damage. I just have long forgotten neuropathways that haven’t been fired in a while.
There is beauty in English too. My job has a lot of medical jargon in each report. I find myself enjoying learning words like dehisced, sequela, and neurostimulation.
Always useful for a science fiction writer.

The power of reading and words always amazes me. I’ve never been to the Dominican Republic, but now I feel like I’ve seen a piece of it. Somehow, this book reminded me of a time long ago when I knew foreign words as easily as my own language. There’s a joy in that. A delight that caught me off guard. That is the power of reading and books, of learning about different things.
The experience cannot be replaced.
Feb 1

“Everybody wants to go to heaven, but no one wants to die.”
Google has attributed this quote to a few people, so I’m not sure who said it first. Maybe Steve Jobs or maybe boxer Joe Lewis. I think the first time I heard it, Tupac said it (at least I think it was him). Either way, I’ve been mulling over this idea for the last week.
To me, this quote shows the difference between those who think about doing something and those who actually take action. Everybody wants to be a writer, but not a lot of folks actually start writing. Plenty of people say, “Oh, one day when I have time I’ll sit down and write.” Some might even start. Soon enough, they realize it’s more than buying a fancy pen, sitting in a coffee shop all day long, and sipping a fancy coffee. Writers write. Period. Thinking about writing, talking about writing, and even setting up an office are NOT writing.
I’m reminded of this reality this past few weeks as I try and finish my first draft. For the first time in years, I got a head cold and spent a few days taking painkillers, flu meds, and resting. None of those things were writing. I’m back at it now, but I know that even though I needed to rest, I was not writing.
The hard work of sitting down day after day is the “death” of this metaphor. Lot’s of people want to be writers, but not a lot want to sit down day after day and face that page. I’ve been doing this for decades with only a little success. Sometimes I wonder what I would’ve done if I didn’t write.
Honestly, I have no idea.
This identity is so ingrained in me, that I can’t see another version of myself. I did write a story once, unpublished, where I had a fictional twin who went off to become an actor. Even in that story, I didn’t feel like a true version. Still, seeing myself in a different way was an interesting exercise.
Perhaps, I’ve been doing this so long being a writer has imprinted on my DNA.
And what is “heaven” in this scenario? Published book? Famous writer? Rich writer? Sucess is different for everyone. Some want to be a full-time writer, but for others just having a book on the shelf is an achievement. I suppose earning a lot of money as a writer is the goal, but I know that it’s not my motivation. If it were, I would be writing romantacy (romance and fantasy combined), or I would move over into non-fiction writing (ghost writing, copy writing, etc.). Those places pay a whole lot better than weird genre bending fiction.
Heaven is different for us all. The important thing is to do the work.
And “heaven” will reveal itself to you.