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Paul’s Dream has a cover!

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

Note: This blog was originally published on my MySpace blog, September 4, 2007.


I’ve just gotten my cover for Paul’s Dream, and it’s perfect. Anne Cain did a spectacular job working the fire and ice theme from the novel into the art, and as soon as I could I plastered it all over my website. The first look anyone besides Anne and I got was at the End of Summer Blowout chat that I did on Labor Day, which goes to show that you never know what’s going to happen at those sort of events. 🙂

Okay, enough rambling! Check out the cover I’ve been raving about:

Mmmm. Can’t wait for October. Paul’s Dream should be available then from Liquid Silver Books.

How to Edit a Novel (if You’re Rowan McBride)

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

Note: This blog was originally published on my MySpace blog, August 18, 2007.


Scan through all the colored notes your editor inserted into what you had erroneously thought was a clean manuscript. Try not to have flashback of insane elementary school teacher as you look at all that red.

Scroll up to beginning of file. Take deep breath. Get up to snag a glass of water.

Begin reading manuscript. As you hit first set of suggested edits, declare aloud that the editor is nuts.

Anywhere from 5 seconds to 10 minutes later, realize that—damn!—the editor is probably right.

Get through fifteen pages. Totally rewrite six different paragraphs. As you’re staring at the online thesaurus looking for yet another word for “fire,” switch screens abruptly to write a poem. Post poem on blog.

Stare at manuscript. Decide that the episode of Bleach you’ve seen two times already is more important. Switch to Cartoon Network. Drool over Ishida.

Check blog to see if it’s gotten any comments.

At around two in the morning, tell yourself that you’re doing your manuscript and yourself a favor by getting some sleep.

Repeat this ritual more or less verbatim for the next three days.

On the fourth day (around page 52) drop everything to draw a fairly decent picture of Sasuke from Naruto.

Rework three paragraphs in a row. Check DeviantArt page to see if Sasuke pic got any comments or faves.

After another ten pages, get up to snag another glass of ice water. Wonder briefly if you’re getting enough water, down that glass and refill it. As you walk by your desk, you spot your scrapbook and note that you still haven’t pasted in the reviews for Just Wait. You’ve already put them on your site, but you haven’t printed them up yet and you really should—

You shake the thought away and sit down to your manuscript.

Check blog. Check DeviantArt account. Check email. Watch Bleach.

Decide that your scrapbook is taunting you. Stay strong. Spend a good ten minutes trying to figure out which Sins belong to which characters in Full Metal Alchemist. You’ve got five of them pinned down, but which one belongs to Mustang? You wonder if you should Google it.

Realize with a start how much time has passed since you started this damned thing. Realize you’ll never get to write your uber cool royal alien rock star yaoi story if you don’t finish your revisions. Realize if you don’t finish your revisions, Paul’s Dream will never be published, and your manga addiction is gonna hurt.


Finally buckle down.

You read. You focus. You fall into a depression because your freaking novel SUCKS.

You’re too action oriented when you write. You don’t have enough internal dialogue. You don’t vary your sentence structure enough. You certainly don’t have enough emotion. And why is this section so poorly written?

Revise. Revise. Revise.

Try to teach yourself new ways to write things on the fly. Hit the halfway point in the novel. Ignore scrapbook. Skip dinner.

After reading a while, wonder why this half reads so much easier than the first half. Begin to worry.


What made me think I could ever be a writer?

Shake off doubt. Keep reading and revising. Fall in love with characters all over again. Remember that you have two sequels planned and smile.

Reach last line in manuscript. Imagine what your cover might look like. Stretch your sore muscles, then jump up to watch the Naruto hundo marathon thing on CN. Help yourself to the ice cream you bought just because one of your characters adores it.

Relax. Swear you’ll write a blog about the entire ordeal.

Eat your ice cream, and feel pretty good.

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Poetic Diversions

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

Note: This blog was originally published on my MySpace blog, August 12, 2007.


I have been so swamped with edits lately. A very necessary part of writing, but it always takes me forever. I’d been on a wicked roll with Broken Thread when I received my final set of edits for Paul’s Dream. Had to stop. Soon to be published novel trumps new story, even if it is royal alien rock star yaoi.

Still, I’ve been having trouble focusing this weekend. Especially whenever I found myself having to rewrite a sentence–spent a lot of time staring at the thesaurus to make sure I didn’t get repetitive with my prose. There was about a twenty minute span there where I abruptly switched screens to write a poem. Nothing deep. Just something fun to make me smile.I’m posting it here, so I hope it’ll make you smile too. Let me know if it worked. Oh, and no reposting without my permission.

Thesaurus

warm
hard
pain
pleasure

deep
thrust
strain
treasure

arch
clutch
rain
rapture

hot
cold
gone
fracture

gone?
no
wait!
bastard

Woot! Made a Sale!

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

Note: This blog was originally published on my MySpace blog, June 8, 2007.


My novel, Paul’s Dream, has just been accepted by Liquid Silver Books. It should go live in around 3-4 months. How cool is that? Incubi, a magical world, and one straight-laced lawyer. It’s much much fun.

Curious? Here’s a “rough” book trailer:


Nice, ya? It’s the first vid made by yLove, so it’s kind of a collector’s item. 😉 Once I get a cover, it’ll be worked into the video. Definitely looking forward to that. Man! I am so psyched! Tequila shots for all!

— Rowan McBride

Movin’ right along

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

Note: This blog was originally published on my MySpace blog, May 23, 2007.


Sorry, that’s the song playing on my list right now (Muppets Rule!), so I figured it’d make a good title for a blog. Appropriate, too, since I’ve gotten a whole lot done in the last… hmm… month? Wow, didn’t realize it’s been so long since I’ve updated. Maybe I haven’t gotten that much done after all.

But the point is, I got stuff done.

Redesigned my website. I now have 37 pages of code chilling out on my harddrive. Taught myself how to do an external CSS (something I really, really wish I’d learned when I first put up a site), so in the future I’ll be able to make sweeping changes to all the pages using just one file. WooHoo! I’m planning for it to go live in a few weeks, and I’ll be sure to let you know when it does.

I’ve got cover art for Want Me, the novel I’m self-publishing! It so rocks—I spent way too much time just gazing on it. Ulf was kind enough to create it, and I’ll be unveiling it on my newsletter some time in the next week, so join up! That’s also the first place you’ll be able to read the blurb for the story. Took me forever to write it, and finally I just had to shut the computer down in favor of my trusty Comp notebook and blue ballpoint pen. It worked, and you’ll be able to read it the same day I unveil the art.

Finally—finally!—finished revisions to Touching Fire: Paul’s Dream. I even sent it to the publisher at 3am this morning. Gaw, I forgot how nerve-wracking submitting is. Even though this particular publisher sent me a personal invitation to submit to them, it took me several false starts before I could actually hit that send button. Now I have to wait, and that is one of the absolute worst parts of being a writer, which leads me to—

Currently writing the second novel in my One Good series. Writing’s just about the only way to keep sane while waiting. For me, anyway. I have the attention span of a goldfish when it comes to most of my life, but writing grips my focus like nothing else.

This new novel is called One Good Verse. It features Michael, who is a Senai servant. He was built to pleasure and obey his master at the cost of all else. One day, he’s given to Anthony, who’s unlike any master he’s ever had. Anthony refuses to give him orders, for one. And he’s a minister-in-training, for two.

You have no idea how much fun this story is.

Let’s see, what else have I gotten done? There must be something else I can use to justify my month-long absence…

Oh, a few days ago I wrote the prologue for a brand new piece of fiction. No title. No real plot. Two great characters named Adrian and Carter. Adrian is a Corporeal Adept, meaning he has the power to alter physical objects. He’s eighteen and about to start a pilgrimage to attain Zuvai, the level of Master within his Order. Carter is his best friend, perfectly human until Adrian gets it into his head that fine-tuning the kid’s body would make a neat going away present.

I think it could be cool. I just have to figure out where I want to take it. Maybe then I’ll have a title, too.

Other things—

Passed Sasuke’s scenario in Naruto: Ultimate Ninja. Unlocked Neiji’s scenerio. I have mixed feelings, since I just used Rock Lee to kick Neiji’s ass. Yeah! Take that, destiny!

Drew my first picture of Akabane, from GetBackers. You can see it on my Deviant Art site, here. Loved how the hat turned out. 🙂

Hmm… Folded a paper crane for no apparent reason.

Wrote partial lyrics to a song.

Read lots and lots of manga.

Wrote this blog.

Okay, yeah, that’s probably it.

Revision Blues

Wednesday, March 4th, 2009

Note: This blog was originally published on my MySpace blog, April 30, 2007.


Revising sucks toes.

The main reason I believe this is that you can’t listen to music while doing it. When I write the first draft of a story, I’ve got all kinds of music playing depending on what sort of scene I’m working on. Fight scene—Rob Zombie rocks. Intimate sex scene—anyone from Fiona Apple to Gerald Levert. Scary sex scene—right now I can’t think of anything better than Time is Running Out, by Muse. Those all important scenes just after everything gets shot to hell? Need the angst from Blue October or Snow Patrol.

You get the idea.

Music helps me to create a mood. More than once I’ve set my playlist to random and had my story go in a totally different direction just because the tunes went from Seether to Muppets in the blink of an eye. In most cases it wasn’t a bad direction, but it’s exactly why I can’t revise with the music on. Music influences how you think, how you feel. When you’re getting ready to submit your story, you have to make sure that the writing does that.

So revising happens in total silence. Unless the mutt is asleep. Then revising happens in a cacophony of snoring. Let me tell you—if a sex scene is still sexy in the midst of that, then it’s gold.

Right now I’m revising two works—a short story called Chains, inspired by this nifty picture I stumbled across one day, and a novel called Touching Fire: Paul’s Dream. Both are kicking my ass. I keep getting distracted by the urge to finish (or even start) other stories. I’m trying to achieve focus by reminding myself that all the work I put into writing these things is sorta pointless if no one gets to read them.

Yeah yeah. I write for myself and not for others. And—really—nobody in their right mind would do it if they didn’t love it. There’s just too much aggravation to do it for any other reason. Still, I live for that “I made this!” moment. I think it’s a good goal to strive for.

With that in mind, I suppose I should get back to work. This whole blog was an exercise in procrastination, by the way. Thanks for that.