As all the light vanished…

ashley bellTaking on a new read this month…Ashley Bell by Dean Koontz. I haven’t read all his works, just can’t do it, but have been staggered by a few stories, like the Odd Thomas books, of which the first two are the best by far for a good chill.

As for his latest work, it has me thinking of the strangest things as I read…about life, the possibility of death, about being positive no matter what happens, about parenting, about divination in its weirdest of forms and if we are designed to listen when we are given those subtle universal cues…

The main character, Bibi, is a sweet young woman, with such an inspiring attitude on life she almost shames me into thinking, What the fuck’s wrong with me? but, then she is fictional, so…
Not sure if this story will be as scary as Koontz’s others, but expect a haunting adventure just the same.

In the first 100 pages or so I jotted down a few deep and creepy lines that I liked:

As all the light vanished and the glistening blackness flooded over her, she tried to cry out for help, but like all drowned girls before her, she had no voice.

The morning grew mild, but Bibi remained cold to her bones.

She realized then that madness and sanity were two worlds separated from each other by no more than a single step.

On Writing…

So, I’ve been writing this week, which is why I’ve been a bit lax on the posting this week, which I guess is a good thing, right?

Here I am  writing away yesterday…it was bit cool so fur was a must along with my vintage desk and typewriter (seriously, I’m finding typewriters now, thanks to Robin Coyle,  as well as bicycles…call me a freak…).

So I’m editing and revising the novel I’m writing and it’s going well so far. A good thing. I took a moment to open a book on writing, a thing I try not to do too much, or too often, because then I end up reading more than writing, but I love when I open to a page of inspiration, a page to keep you on track.

Here’s a segment from On Writing by Stephen King. Whether you’re a fan of his work or not, it doesn’t matter. It’s one of the best damn books on writing a writer can read.

I like to get ten pages a day, which amounts to 2,000 words. That’s 180,000 words over a three-month span, a goodish length for a book – something in which the reader can get happily lost, if the tale is done well and stays fresh. On some days those ten pages come easily; I’m up and out and doing errands by eleven-thirty in the morning, perky as a rat in liverwurst. More frequently, as I grow older, I find myself eating lunch at my desk and finishing the day’s work around one-thirty in the afternoon.  Sometimes, when the words come hard, I’m still fiddling around at teatime. Either way is fine with me, but only under dire circumstances do I allow myself to shut down before I get my 2,000 words.

I don’t know how to apply the 2,000 words a day to revision and editing, but I’ve been sticking with a chapter a day, which is working out fine. But I love SK’s goal of the ten page day. Four to six has always been mine.

What are some of your writing goals? Pages? Word count?

The Wit’s latest page…

I have just finished a new page (see above) called The Best of The Wit Continuum.  It’s full of linked posts from the past that have reached the “best of” list due to elevated hits, responses, and just because I damn well like them!  If you are new to my blog this is a great place to start….if you visit regularly you may have forgotten some of these esoteric thoughts from the past two-and-a-half years.  Hope you enjoy taking a look…and leave a comments if you wish.

My highest hit post was about the creepy art of Louise Bourgeois. This was on June 1, 2010, the day she passed away at the age of 92.  She’s a piss…

Love and peace to all.

My Anthology


So, time for lame sharing…. here is a pic of my library book find (the beat up one on top, which I taped and covered in that clear wrap I put on all the girls’ notebooks for school) which I probably paid about 25 cents for…along with some of my other book sale treasures from previous years which all sit on my desk…along with some of my collection of  Willow Tree angels (which are not from library book sales)….

That anthology has 3264 pages of the finest almost sheer paper….I love that its name is Heath….It will probably take me the rest of my life to read it.

Peace…to fellow book lovers everywhere…