April 2021

Supporting Black Writers

First off, I’d like to give a shout out to Lornett Vestal and team over at the Evolving Man Project where, among other topics and musings, “each week [they] highlight an individual that embodies what it means to be an evolved person, famous and non-famous individuals alike. [Stating that] the world needs to know their stories and deeds.” Primarily, black people/BIPOC.

The latest Evolved Man to be celebrated was Rodney Stotts, creator of Rodney’s Raptors, a licensed falconer and environmentalist, working to provide transformative opportunities to connect youth to the environment and community.

WASHINGTON, DC — 7/23/18 — by André Chung

Lornett also hosts a podcast with co-host Brian, where twice a month they discuss new topics and question conventional wisdom, such as the wealth gap, health care system and the US’s response to the pandemic.

Find the Question Culture podcast on Spotify or at the official webpage.

On the website, you’ll also find weekly greater world news stories, the ones unheard of on Westernised feeds, the stories that need more exposure and support.

Head over to the website, leave your thoughts, your thanks, your support.

Help uplift black writers.

And send me your suggestions for the next shout-out.


Sci-Fi Novels

Recently Read

This month my reading has slowed somewhat, since going back to the gym (and thoroughly enjoying it) and trying to stay on track with my WIP.

However I finished reading Space Unicorn Blues by T.J.Berry – as featured in my March update.

It was one hell of a ride, with a blast of an ending. I laughed out loud many times, and shed a few tears for the characters – which only made me care for them more. Their growth was believable and real and they managed to out-perform all of the obstacles the author threw their way, despite their own flaws and hindrances.

I’m keen to read the second, hopefully it packs as much of an emotional thrill as the first.

Now Reading

So far I’m 75% through Subliminal by C.B. Barrie and I’m enjoying the concept.

The real world possibilities explored by the experimentation of the main characters is one I haven’t read about in this way before now.

However, I’m finding it a challenge to feel anything but curiosity for the characters, and the writing is mostly passive-telling, but I’m pushing on. Also, there’s supposed to be a twist ending – according to non-spoiled reviews – which I’m looking forward to.

I think I have a deep-seeded issue with not finishing a book once started. I have to get to the end of this one. I’m just glad it’s quick, and clever – even if entirely oblivious to its blatant sexism – I’m also glad the only long-lived female character is not meant to be a main character.

With the Kids

Right now, our bedtime story is The Dragon Warrior by Katie Zhao.

It’s well written, humorous, full of culture and passion and hard hitting themes, but the kids (and I) are thoroughly enjoying it. Begging for just one more chapter, and asking questions about China, the gods and deities, celebrations, lifestyle, culture and foreign words with unending excitement.

Kids need exposure to a vast variety of other cultures, as many of Earth’s collection as possible, especially those children born in western societies. Even us adults will forever have more to learn. The Dragon Warrior is built for enjoyment and new experiences.

Highly recommended, so far. Will report back when finished, however, with the story setup offered so far, I have no doubt it’ll all payoff.

Cover Review

Current Project – Novel

Writerly Tools of April

Still sitting at 25k words. Instead of furthering the plot, I acknowledged the block causing the words to be a slog – despite March’s tactic change – and I went back to basics.

As author Holly Lisle says, “build what you need, when you need it,” and I needed to flesh out my second alien culture further before advancing.

My muse wouldn’t accept any shortcuts. No way. I had to do the work.

You’ll find evidence of this in flash piece Supply Run, which inspired a “day in the life of” story, encouraged by Holly in her Culture Building Clinic*1. And also in Warm Welcome, which furthered my understanding of the other alien race.

Writing a “day in the life of” piece encourages the muse to craft how the culture works in the nitty-gritty inconsequential bits and bobs of daily life. I discovered snippets of insight into their religious beliefs and practices that added layers of complexity to the aliens that will feature in my WIP.

Well worth the week or two off from writing.

Alongside culture, I advanced their language too, which involved the creation of prefixes to denote hierarchy within families where there are multiple adults and elders – an “ah hah!” moment for me.

A tip in Holly’s Language Building Clinic*2 suggests using prefixes or suffixes to make words mean different things in different situations. In this case, the same word for adult or elder in my alien language can be changed to mean “oldest, second or youngest elder/adult” depending on which two letter prefix (we’ ka’ je’ di’ etc) I tack on the front.

My aliens don’t have their own names, per-say, they have a familial name and a title within, so this tactic was vital to ensure writing from the perspective of these aliens flowed.

Even if these characters won’t ever feature in my novels, the work put into world-building allows for layers of depth and complexity within the stories and it gives readers the ability to suspend disbelief while in these worlds.

That’s a power that all writers need to cultivate.

Language is utterly fascinating. Especially when you get to the part where you can create entirely unique concepts just by turning root words into verbs instead of nouns. I.e., the verb form of their race name, would mean “to make/become one of their race”. Just as the verb form of “community” would mean “to make/become a community”, but in a single word.

Now think of this when you create concepts unique to your own worlds and races. Holly’s example in her language clinic is “moonroad” which is a fascinating dive into her paranormal thriller world.

A single, basic noun, with a letter or two on the end (in this case), can create an entirely new concept unheard of to humans.

Wow.

I now know that many languages on earth do just this. Holly’s clinic has clarified the power of languages and makes it more fun and comprehensible than LOTE ever did in school.

I highly recommend Holly’s range of affordable clinics. I’ll be returning to each of them for every creative project I tackle throughout my career.

They are invaluable.

Do you have a favourite language?

A favourite foreign word?

A concept that sparks your muse into action and entices your creativity in ways that English can’t?

Leave your answers and thoughts below. I respond to each and every comment here on my website. Otherwise, pop over to the contact page and send me an email, I love to hear from readers and writers of all kinds.

For now, remember to:

Explore, create, repeat-

Then thrive.

Note * refers to affiliate links, where I will receive a small percentage of the price of the product as payment for sharing Holly’s classes.

I won’t ever use affiliate links for products I do not fully support and highly recommend.

If you don’t wish to use the affiliate links, see alternate links below:

  1. Holly Lisle’s Create a Culture Clinic
  2. Holly Lisle’s Create a Language Clinic

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March 2021

Sci-fi TV

This might come as a shock to most, but-

I’ve never seen Firefly.

I’ve listened to endless podcast episodes, read countless blog posts, been part of numerous conversations between creatives, where Firefly has always been touted as the best-of-the-best in sci-fi story structure, world building and compelling characters, but I still had never seen it.

So when a certain streaming provider announced their new collection of shows and movies included Firefly, you can guarantee I stuck it high on my priority list.

A few episodes in now and it lives up to every expectation. Funny, complex, action-packed, and all built around a sci-fi world that hits closer to home than the gigantic space operas with FTL drives and wormholes and the like. The characters are deep and lovable, while being far from perfect (though this is often what makes any character lovable). Captain Mal is a barrel of contradictions, except for his core motivation, the love of his crew. He would do anything for them, no matter his defensive, tough guy attitude (he’s battling a whole lotta crap in his head) and that’s beautiful.

I especially loved the second scene in the first episode where they’re floating around in only slightly less bulky, NASA-esque spacesuits, among the wreckage of an abandoned ship. I could picture our own astronauts, with our current technology, doing just the same. And it felt real.

So that’s been a fascinating and utterly worth-it dive into another faucet of the Sci-fi world, despite my conviction to get the words done, I believe Firefly has been worth every minute.

Reading on the other hand- you can’t write well if you don’t read. So, onto books!

Sci-Fi Novels

Currently I’m reading To Sleep in a Sea of Stars by Christopher Paolini – who was the sole inspiration for me to begin my writing journey way back when, after reading the Eragon/Inheritance Tetra-logy (something around 8-15 times each, depending on the number of the book in the series, #1 Eragon being the most read) – and I am loving it.

It bleeds with the passion and dedication of the ten years he put into the worlds and characters and the plot. Revising and re-writing over and over until it was just right. I thoroughly appreciated the shout-out to one of my favourite characters in Eragon at about 20% in (you’ll have to read it too). That sparked a few tears of joy.

He was my favourite author as a kid, before I knew anything at all about Sci-Fi. The fact that he dove right into Sci-Fi too, with all of his heart, feels like we’re on a similar journey and it’s powerful to find an inspiration like that. I’m determined to flesh out my own worlds with as much realism and dimension as he has given the Sea of Stars universe.

I’m also reading Hunting the Corrigan’s Blood by Holly Lisle (free first chapter sneak peek via the link) whose teachings have empowered so many writers around the world to learn how to wrangle that elusive muse and get it spewing words and worlds in minutes. Her sci-fi is fast paced, with powerful multi-dimensional characters, and galaxy-spanning concepts. I’m loving it. I had to put down The Longview Chronicles to read this one, as the characters intersect and I just had to learn all about the infamous Cadence Drake before going any further.

I do not regret it.

Reading is so good for the soul.

Also reading:

Space Unicorn Blues by T.J.Berry which is another fast-paced, strange, dark fantasy, Sci-fi novel with characters who are full of humour and attitude.
Aestus by S.Z.Atwell a dark, post-apocalyptic sci-fi where the human race now lives in cities beneath the ground. The characters are complex and fascinating so far.

I also have a full bag of library books I just had to take with me when I last visited. No guarantees I’ll read them all before they’re due back but I’m well on the way through Space Unicorn Blues so far, so it’s a good sign. I just need to remember to read while I eat and wait at school pickup rather than perusing social media (though I’m slowly pulling away from all the platforms more and more to focus on the words, and will return when closer to release).


Current Project – Novel

The words are bogged down this month, but I get something small down most days. I wasn’t reaching my daily page goals for the first couple of weeks, but toward the end that number improved.

I’m always advancing, and that’s the key.

Up to 25k so far. If you’ve been following my flash fiction pieces, my WIP has just intersected with The End and Deep Wishes. I’m dabbling further into horror than I thought, but the darkness has always fascinated me.

Don’t worry, there’s a happy ending! And not too much body horror.

Just an air of creepiness.

Also, I tried a new tactic to get those words moving again, which helped me improve toward the end of the month.

Rather than writing from the MC’s POV – as I had been for the whole draft so far – I swapped out to an omniscient POV, and just wrote each scene out, one event after the next, adding in little excerpts of direct dialogue or descriptive passages as they came to me, and it has helped immensely.

I even changed pen colour, to shift that along. Since I prefer Black ink, and I use Blue, Red and Green to add snippets and notes to reference in revision, I swapped to alternating blue and green between scenes, which just makes the writing feel less restricted.

Less like “these words have to be in the final copy,” and more like “here, have some general notes, do with them as you will.” I am loving it.

I highly suggest you play around with different colours and fonts and even stickers, for your first draft. Use them as rewards every time you complete a set of words, or a page, or a scene etc. Make the work fun and it’ll feel less like a slog, allowing you to conjure up more motivation to get back to writing every time you’re pulled away.

What’s a tactic you’ve experimented with and found helpful in getting that first draft done?

Leave your answers and thoughts below. I respond to each and every comment here on my website. Otherwise, pop over to the contact page and send me an email, I love to hear from readers and writers of all kinds.

For now, remember to:

Explore, create, repeat-

Then thrive.

© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner


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February 2021

The Incident

Friday 12th Feb 2021

So we’re now two weeks into the month, the kiddos have been back at school and I’ve been smashing out them words, doing a few workouts a week, joining in for the twice-weekly Create-Alongs run by Sarah Rhea Werner, sleeping enough, eating well, drinking lots and so on, so forth.

Feeling all-round awesome.

Then this morning rolled around.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had ups and downs, as we all do. Unexpectedly taking over two of the kid’s basketball teams as sole coach and manager was a big one! Especially since social interactions of all kinds drain me, and being handed the reins for these kids, to call the shots around something so important, it was a shock to the system.

You can safely assume my nerves were shot last weekend, there were tears and arguments and avoidance and all of it (it also didn’t help that I was reaching the end of my monthly cycle that week too, so: hormones).

But I got through it. I stepped up, and (with all the lovely support of our basketball families) I got through, and felt pretty damned good about it.

Before I get to this morning, I need to mention a story I heard from a few days ago first.

School traffic in the morning, abundant with people stressing and rushing and caring more about timing than safety, and a gorgeous family from the school were victims in a car accident. This poor family had their car hit from behind because the other person wasn’t paying attention. It was a write-off. The whole rear of the car was crushed from the impact. Young girls in the back seat, too, on their way to school.

Important side note: they’re all okay!

My heart broke when I read that story and saw the pictures. Car accidents are horrific, they stick with you for so long after, not to mention the fear you experience when it happens, the nightmares, the anxiety. All of it.

It wasn’t fair.

When I read this story, I came away horrified, frustrated, and disappointed in our community.

What could lead a person to be so careless?

I like to drive around in the zippy little car we have, it’s fun, but I’m careful. I respect the road rules. I respect that others might not be as focused as they should be while on the road. I don’t touch my phone while driving.

I’m careful.

And I still enjoy it.

I turn on a podcast or some metal or an instrumental collection to muse over my work-in-progress.

And I just enjoy the drive.

If we’re running late, I let everyone know ahead of time, I apologise, the kiddos all understand, and we still take it easy. We do not rush (a drastic difference to how I was raised). And we get there when we get there.

Now, the roadworks here are horrendous as of late. If we leave at our usual time, it takes 50 minutes to get to school drop off instead of 17.

So we leave earlier.

I get up earlier, I help the kids a little more than usual, I make sure we all sleep enough, make sure everything is ready that can be ready the night before, and we leave a little earlier to beat the build up.

And it works.

So, today. Here I am, all proud of myself. I dropped the kiddos off early, they have time to settle in without pressure, I’m headed home, cruising through the back streets, ducking and weaving around the building school traffic queues, always sticking to 40km/hr in school zones, or slower, never faster.

I’m ahead of it all. I’m doing awesome. This parenting thing is working for me. I’m feeling excited to get home early and get started on writing sooner than usual. I’m feeling proud.

And arrogant.

Now, I should feel proud, I know this, I accept this, I embrace this.

But today I took it too far. My teenage arrogance of old reared it’s ugly head.

So, there’s this set of lights, where everyone queues to skip all the traffic on the main road, trying to get back out of town. I stop in the queue and wait, the queue isn’t as big as usual because I’m earlier than usual and I’ll get through the lights with the next sequence then be on my way. Cruising home.

On top of the world.

Next moment, I see this patched up bogan car come to a hard stop right behind me and it scares me for just a moment, thinking there’d be an impact. But it doesn’t come. I breathe.

I’m looking, thinking they’re so close because they just want to be out of the way of the roundabout, so then I think sure thing and I inch a little further forward, giving them more room. Being the helpful community member that I am (more pride, feeding that arrogance).

And- they don’t move. They don’t even notice.

But I brush it off.

The light goes green and the rest of the queue moves through the light efficiently and without incident. I drive forward, keeping up so I don’t hold up the queue, and the light turns amber. I merge across to the second, now-empty turning lane and come to a stop as it goes red.

The patched up car? Yep. Still there.

Turns out they wanted my lane and were going to run the red light to get through and around the corner, if only I hadn’t merged across before them.

In their same hard-stop fashion, they weave sharply into my lane then back to the one we started in, no indicators, in one aggressive movement. Angry that I’d ruined their plan, that I added yet more hardship to their morning.

And me, in all my arrogance, now realising the driver is pissed off and in a hurry, I turn around in my seat and clap with all the sarcasm I could muster.

Congratulations! You got exactly nowhere and almost ended up in my boot, twice.

Smug look and all.

They see this, roll forward and wind down their window. Yelling out, they confront me on the mock-applause.

They knew the answer and, already being angry about traffic, and running behind and all the rest, they were just ready and looking for a fight. And I presented them with the perfect opportunity.

So I rolled down my window.

Now, I’m an introvert. I avoid confrontation. I clam up when in an argument, my mind shuts off if I’m just feeling anger from the other person. I can’t talk, can’t move, can’t look at them, none of it. I’ve gotten better as of late, but still. A stranger, with an angry look, fist waving, willing to ram their car into whoever ticks them off, and I choose this moment to be a hero(ine).

What compelled me to roll down my window and answer?

Pure arrogance.

I’m right and I know it and they’re going to hear all about it and fix all their horrible actions and then thank me.

I thought I’d grown out of that part of me. Turns out we all have sides we try to hide from, or squash down, and eventually, given all the right circumstances, they’ll come barreling out when you least want them to.

This is not to say we can’t work on these parts, and learn and grow.

We all can, all of the time, every day of our lives we can choose change and growth and kindness.

It’s never too late.

But yes, I rolled down my window, and leaned to look at them as they asked again, why?

And I said well, you’re in a rush, stumbling over my words like the introvert I am, and starting to feel a little out of my depth.

My arrogance dwindled, along with my pride.

As it always goes, for people who are struggling to keep things together as an adult and are angry at the world to protect themselves (we’ve all been there), they don’t hear anything you say.

So I argued for the 5 minutes of that red light, back and forth, they screamed and yelled, and made up bullshit to find any possible way to make me back down and apologise, which didn’t happen because I was angry now too.

I was arguing all of their bullshit with logic that they just didn’t want to hear. Slowly realising I’d made a bad choice, I’d gotten myself into that shit situation and I wasn’t feeling quite so proud anymore.

By the time the green light hit, my heart was pounding, my entire body shaking, and still, the other person heard none of what I said.

They were in a hurry, they were trying to get on top of their horrible morning and fix it the best they knew how.

Who was I to tell them they were wrong?

Never-mind the risk to other drivers, especially at school times when kids are sitting in the back seat of most cars.

Never-mind the horrific accident a few days prior.

I had no right.

The light turned green, I took off, as I usually do, swiftly, carefully getting around the corner, letting the car beside me (the one in front of the angry driver) have space to feel comfortable as they came around the corner too.

Despite what had just happened. Pretending so hard that it hadn’t made me nervous as hell.

But also, not knowing the full extent someone fueled by anger would go to.

I drove off, as I normally would. Already replaying the argument in my head, breathing deep to calm the shakes. Wanting to be off and on my way, to wipe it from the record, move past it, and vow I’d never do it again.

And then that patched up car shot up another lane, ducked in front of me and slammed on the breaks. Hard.

I stopped in time. Only just. And I’m sure they were laughing at this young, new driver who thought she knew better. No matter my achievements that morning.

I stopped in time, but it shook me.

The only thing I could think of was that they had a kid in the back of their car and their anger allowed them to go that far.

We can guarantee I won’t be so arrogant again, however. I’d never learned a proper lesson about arrogance as a teen, but today taught me well.

And I’m glad no one got hurt.

The thing I wrestle with now; will calling out a person for their harmful actions result in the same risks?

But we need to. In appropriate forums. And without sarcasm.

Not shouting between cars, when the person is already overwhelmed, anger the only way they know how to survive.


Current Project – Novel

I’m still going strong with handwriting my first draft. Up to 15k words already, reaching (and exceeding) my page goal each day and brainstorming outside that. My characters are feeling more real and the incidents they find themselves in are complicated and steeped in emotion and are a blast to write.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s hard, every day it’s hard just to sit and write, but putting in the work helps.

I’ve whittled my sprints down to 5mins each and am rewarding my brain with a dark-choc-coated roasted chickpea from The Happy Snack Company range for every 5mins I achieve. It’s helping.

I’ve also been joining in the I Am A Writer FB group hosted by the amazing Sarah Rhea Werner in their twice-weekly Create-Alongs.

In this event, the group chats through Sarah’s live stream on twitch as Sarah follows along, celebrating our wins and helping us through our losses as a creative community for a magical 2 hours, twice a week.

In the middle, we all get creative, or practice some self care (where ever we’re at, it’s all valid) for an hour and then come back and chat about how we went. Did we reach our goals? Why or why not? While Sarah and the community help us work through it.

It’s been such an inspiration to have so many creatives together in one place, feeling completely at home and supported and empowered, no matter what we achieve.

Thanks Sarah for creating this community. It truly is a blessing.

As for next month, I’m looking forward to getting another 15k done for this draft. August is my self-imposed deadline, if I get there early, I’ll be over the moon.

Though I know still the hardest parts are yet to come…

Revision and beyond.

But the story can only get better, fuller, richer, deeper, and better.

I hope you all achieve or learn something in February, despite ever changing unpredictable situations still lingering around the world.

Whether it be words, drinking more water than usual, tapering your own arrogance while still maintaining your pride, or taking a moment to breathe.

What have you learned this month?

Leave your comments, thoughts, goals and lessons below, I personally respond to each and every comment here and can’t wait to hear from you.

I’ll have another update for you in March.

For now, remember to:

Explore, create, repeat-

Then thrive.

© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner


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January 2021

Welcome to 2021!

This year is off to a horrendous start after the events of Jan 6th.

Making a Difference

The Writing Community is huge on Twitter and I’ve been using my platform to retweet BIPOC writers where I can.

I copped an astonishing smack in the face when I checked my twitter profile in Dec 2020. I restarted my profile alongside website updates (Oct 2020), and have been building a following since. One day in December, I noticed that only 1-3% of the 4.5k individuals (between my followers and those I’m following) were BIPOC.

That’s Twitter algorithms for you…

If you want to play your part and help improve the exposure other BIPOC writers get within your own white following, check out the following points.

These Hashtags are in frequent use:

#BlackAuthors #BlackWriters
#BIPOCWriter #BIPOCAuthor
#DiverseWriter #DiverseAuthor
#BlackMenWrite #BlackWomenWrite
#AfricanAmericanFiction #BIPOCFiction

Here are some profiles to follow:

The BIPOC Bookshelf
Black Writers Collective
Fiyah Literary Magazine
Hurston/Wright Foundation for Black Writers
Amistad Books
Black Girls Create
Open Country Mag
20.35 Africa

And Retweet Retweet Retweet BIPOC Authors and Writers where you can.

While there’s so much more I’ve missed across the huge platform, I’ve only been actively at this for a month now.

If you’re keen for something to read, check out this! I’m reading Escaping Exodus by Nicky Drayden and the world building is something else.

Share your own hashtags, profiles and tips in the comments section below to help support the BIPOC community.


Current Project Update

Developed most of my third alien culture and – after a quick brainstorming session with my better half – I’ve found it easier to get the details on paper.

Reason: this culture is flawed and damaged and full of conflict and agony and desperate hopes for survival.

The first culture was none of those things.

Yet.

Beyond that, I’ve paused world-building (having developed everything I NEED) and am…

writing the first draft!

hand-writing it

Putting pen to paper has always felt natural for me, so, naturally, I should be “shovelling that first draft sand into the story sandbox” via the same means.

I’ve been world-building with pen and paper. Pages and pages of handwritten notes. So when time came to approach the first draft, I felt a knot in my gut where my enthusiasm should be.

I didn’t want to go digital. Hand-writing had become such a part of my daily routine. My self care. The idea of putting words on a screen didn’t feel right.

At least, not yet.

Ideas flow so much easily through ink, for me. And I know there are others who feel the same.

So why hadn’t I ever considered this before?

Alas, no regrets! This is a journey.

We are all learning each time we put words down.

Never stop learning.


Craft Tips

Fictional Languages

Consider this: when creating a fictional language, how do you want your characters to sound? Aggressive? Passive? Thoughtful? Eager?

Letters like T and P create a harsh, hard sound, while M and S add softer tones, slowing down the dialogue.

Throw in some other sounds like hums, clicks or growls and you’ll be on your way to crafting the feel you’re looking for, adding hidden depth and complexity to your cultures.

Check out Holly’s Writing Classes for both her Create a Language and Create a Culture Clinics to advance your skills even further.


Endings

Endings.

The End.

They all lived happily ever after.

They come along with a bang, or sneak up and hit you in the heart.

When written well, all the story pieces tie off neatly, with a huge helping of reader satisfaction.

So they should be easy right? While writing, we should just know how it will end.

Every time.

Wrong.

There’s no right way to create your endings.

Some of us start with the end. Others discover it halfway through (at that dreaded mid-point). And yet others may finish their first draft with the words, The End, without a resolution to all the different paths a story can take.

A revelation from the wonderful writing community hosted by Podcaster Sarah Rhea Werner:

You can end it later.

We can end it in our rewrites, revisions, second, third, fourth, tenth drafts.

We can add foreshadowing, themes, concepts later.

You can end it later.

Just get that first draft DONE.


Flash Fiction

2021 Goal: I’ll be posting a brand new Flash Fiction piece every week this year.

Go experience the very first pieces for 2021 on my Flash Fiction page.

Check out the Carrot Ranch for the weekly challenges I’ll be participating in.

Only 99 words required!

Free to enter, open to all.


Write on!

Best wishes to all writers this year in kicking your own goals and moving forward with intent, determination and joy.

You deserve success!

Remember to: explore, create, repeat.

Then thrive.

© 2021 Rebecca Glaessner


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December 2020

Current Project Update

Finished the 1st alien Culture, got the foundations down, enough to write their part of the novel, and flesh out the finer details as I write.

They’re an advanced race, valuing knowledge. Collecting and consolidating genetic and intellectual data from planets with life via inter-dimensional rift pathways.

But they’re not all virtuous.

Their God(s) seem to be a race of other aliens, in the distant universe with a strength of mind that reaches across dimensions but with no desire to interfere.

Yet.


Starting on a 3rd alien Culture, a race who finds the 1st aliens abhorrent in their genetic manipulation, a race who is struggling to survive, a race who want the 1st’s perfect world.

Yet this race too houses individuals at odds with their values.

Both these races have individuals on Earth, amongst humans, in the near future. Our planet a mid-point between their home planets.

Starting to flesh out the 3rd alien culture as soon as I pick me up some more stationery.

Lovely, lovely stationery.

[As per Holly’s writing courses, I use paper and pen. Binders with lined paper, plastic pockets, dividers and printed worksheets. And an awesome pen. Or five. I’m partial to the Bic 4-colour pen. Super tactile and durable, and great to fiddle with between thoughts.]


Appreciation

Using Holly Lisle’s Create a Language and Create a Culture Clinics in sequence for both cultures.

Learning how to control the muse has been miraculous.

Right side of the brain, come at me.

Thanks for the ingenuity Holly! She’s been writing for 30 years and is sharing all, over at Holly’s Writing Classes.

Looking forward to connecting with everyone in the new year, in the meantime, I’ll be exploring my alien worlds some more.

Remember:

Explore, create, repeat, then thrive.


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