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Jeffe’s Writing Blog

My announcements, with some occasional musings about writing, creativity, and the ongoing adventure that is the publishing industry.

  • Writing to a Soundtrack

    I’m still in the middle of querying “Crying Call,” and things are looking up on a couple of fronts. In the meantime, the best strategy for keeping my sanity during this “waiting game” is to work on other projects. Outlining and researching “Drawing Dead,” my working title for the third book, while Becka and I…

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  • Frequently Posted Questions

    I was doing that thing where you check out the agents who are looking at your full manuscript.  That’s a thing, right?  Not just me? Anyway, I discovered that one of them leads a small group of authors in a forum for writers with disabilities.  They answer thought-provoking questions about their writing quirks and process,…

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  • Many Phases

    It’s been a moon since my last blog. Partly because I’ve been busy, and partly because when I find time to write, I generally prefer to be writing a book. 🙂 How long is a month? A flower grows, then withers. A woman’s hope of childbearing fades, then later reemerges. A child’s tooth wiggles, falls…

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  • Cry Havoc! let slip the Queries!

    And they’re off! My first small batch of queries for “Crying Call” are in the agents’ hands. Or at least their Query Managers and emails. Some will look at them soon, and some will look at them a month or more from now. This isn’t my first querying rodeo, so to speak, so I know what’s in store. But…

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  • Update: Editing Away in 2024

    Long time, no journal! I really need to get back in the habit of writing here at least every other week, especially now that my life is finally settling back down a bit. On Monday, I start teaching what should be the last live class I teach until Fall 2025, a statistics class for computer science,…

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  • Ghosts and Cold Drafts

    My writing computer has more drafts than a haunted house. Its creaking and groaning halls are home to drafts of my books that have passed on. They’ve made way for the next generation, and then the next, but the ghosts linger. They peer out from the darkened hallways, groaning… “Remember us! We were your darlings…

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