Hot in Honolulu

Oi.

Here's the thing about Hawaii they don't tell you, kids--

It's hot. And not like, a tolerable kind of hot where it's nice and breezy and sunny. It's the '86 degrees with the humidity set at 500% and a magnifying glass over the sun' kind of hot.

Not a good day to wear black.

But it has put me in a good place to reminisce on the icy-cold Christmas I spent in Salem, Oregon this year. Which is good, because my current side-project MS takes place in November, in the Willamette valley.

I have a weird relationship with Oregon. My first time back was when I was 17 in September a few years ago, and it stuck with me in a big way. I haven't been able to get it out of my head.

The trees and the hills and the mountains and the trees, and the trees, it was pretty huge to me. And ever since, I've totally been enamoured with the idea of mythical and mystical critters living there. It seemed totally plausible that there would be fairies running around in the forest on the way to the coast, and white stags hiding among the trees.

Also, I was really jetlagged and dehydrated the whole trip :) 

Advice for writers

Seriously, writers, this is all the advice you'll ever need. So listen up yo.

Write the book you will want to read 400000000000000 times.

Because you will.

CONSTANTLY. YOU WILL READ THAT THING SO MANY TIMES.

Read it a hundred times in revisions, read it a hundred more in editing, then in post-editing, then just because. You have to love that thing. Make it your favorite book ever.

And that's my advice. 

I don't use this blog often enough, and it shows.

Well, here we are again.

It's been a while.

I guess I should actually try using this blog sometimes, but between this and Tumblr I just haven't found much use for it.

Maybe I'll try to use it more often :)