Archive for the ‘hollow’ Category


Less Thinking, More Doing

August 2nd, 2014Posted by Veronica

I got through one week of exercises on The Artist’s Way, a week full of morning pages and affirmations and reflective exercises. The notebook, with more than twenty pages of my handwriting testament to my reflections on writing and creativity, has come with me to work. But, like many adventures in upping my creative game, […]

Rewrite for the Better

July 21st, 2014Posted by Veronica

Last night, I knew I had to fix some continuity errors in Hollow. There were some inconsistencies in how I represented the Fallen versus the creatures from the abyss, and who could be used for a collection. The more I wrote about the different groups and how they existed on the earthly plane, the better […]

Returning to Hollow

February 6th, 2014Posted by Veronica

Look! A post about writing! WOOHOO! I feel bad about not having returned to Hollow for most of the fall semester. I had told myself that I would get back to it in the spring, but that was before the deferring of the comprehensive exams, the anxiety attacks, and the convergence of work and school […]

Feedback and Frustration, Part Two

November 17th, 2013Posted by Veronica

This is my least favorite time of the semester. Two weeks until final exams means three weeks until projects and papers are due, and five weeks until winter break. It’s nearing Thanksgiving, which is always fraught with emotional nonsense older than my marriage. There’s talk in my classes about comprehensive exams, which will happen at […]

Two Weeks into November

November 13th, 2013Posted by Veronica

Consider this a sort of progress report, if you will. I’ve not blogged for a bit, mostly because I’ve spend my wordsmithing time working on Hollow or doing schoolwork. It’s not quite halfway through November. I’m still working on the different little projects, writing and articles and the like. I’m not going to be able […]

Excerpt – Hollow (A1S5)

January 9th, 2013Posted by Veronica

((The following is from Hollow, my work-in-progress that I’m rewriting scene by scene.)) Like its sister city of Las Cruces, Las Perditas awoke slowly as the sun fought the chill air that rushed over the mountains. Daylight had barely started to push through the clouds, the streets still cold and grey from the previous evening. […]