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Writer’s Corner (What I Do)

Ever wonder what I do as an author? How do I write my books? What is involved in publishing them? Below are some essays and thoughts about What I Do and about writing in general: Too many descriptions of eyes and expressions in your writing? In a short blog post on Valentine’s Day, I discussed evoking emotion and thus avoiding an excess of eyes. From February 15, 2024. Example of (William’s) Internals. Happy Solstice! Example of a character’s internal reactions, first posted in a discussion on The Litforum. Released on Thursday, December 21, 2023. Using excerpts from Book Ten of my Outlander series of novels, I discuss Dialogue (“The Three Musketeers”) and Emotion (“In the forest.”) From November, 2023. The question I hear often is “So…. how did you get the idea to write these books?” “My Writing Process” explores this question and other topics. How do I do the background research for my writing? Do I really write everything in a piecemeal fashion? Plus I discuss my categories of […]

HOW TO WRITE SEX SCENES

Copyright © 2012 by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved/ I wrote the short piece below on request for a Canadian magazine called Chatelaine, in 2012. I have the reprint rights back, though, and since a Twitter acquaintance recently expressed a desire to “write smut”—I thought I’d at least provide him with the basics. This short piece has also been expanded into an ebook titled I GIVE YOU MY BODY (HOW I WRITE SEX SCENES), which was released in 2016. Click on the cover image at right for more information. Where most beginning writers screw up (you should pardon the expression) is in thinking that sex scenes are about sex. A good sex scene is about the exchange of emotions, not bodily fluids. That being so, it can encompass any emotion whatever, from rage or desolation to exultation, tenderness, or surprise. Lust is not an emotion; it’s a one-dimensional hormonal response. Ergo, while you can mention lust in a sex-scene, describing it at any great length is like going on about […]

The Vigil of Easter (2024)

Tonight is the Vigil of Easter, a service where we hear readings from the Bible regarding God’s deliverance of His people (e.g., the flight from Egypt and the path through the Red Sea), the reading of the Passion (the description of Jesus’s condemnation and crucifixion), and the Resurrection. Catechumens (the people who wish to become Catholics and have been taking instruction) will be baptized, and others confirmed. It’s a time of mingled sorrow, hope and joy—the coming of Easter. For the moment, I thought I’d post the following snip from BEES (the chapter titled “Metanoia”), as it’s rather apropos. (Tomorrow, I’ll post a new excerpt as an Easter egg. <g>) [Excerpt from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE, Copyright © 2021 Diana Gabaldon] A stack of these broadsides had been left on the breakfast table; he’d caught a glimpse of one headline as Germain had gathered them up and tapped the pages tidily into order before putting them in his bag: THE TRIAL AND EXECUTION OF HENRY HUGHES [&hellip;]

The Vigil of Easter

Tonight is the Vigil of Easter, a service where we hear readings from the Bible regarding God’s deliverance of His people (e.g., the flight from Egypt and the path through the Red Sea), the reading of the Passion (the description of Jesus’s condemnation and crucifixion), and the Resurrection. Catechumens (the people who wish to become Catholics and have been taking instruction) will be baptized, and others confirmed. It’s a time of mingled sorrow, hope and joy—the coming of Easter. For the moment, I thought I’d post the following snip from BEES (the chapter titled “Metanoia”), as it’s rather apropos. (Tomorrow, I’ll post a new excerpt as an Easter egg. <g>) [Excerpt from GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE, Copyright © 2021 Diana Gabaldon] A stack of these broadsides had been left on the breakfast table; he’d caught a glimpse of one headline as Germain had gathered them up and tapped the pages tidily into order before putting them in his bag: THE TRIAL AND EXECUTION OF HENRY HUGHES [&hellip;]

Two Excerpts – March 6, 1988

On March 6th, 1988, I began writing a novel. For practice. I didn’t intend to show it to anybody, and had no idea what it might turn out to be about. I just wanted to learn how to write a book. And I did. <g> So, here are TWO brief excerpts from the tenth offspring of that line, to mark the 36th <cough> anniversary of the beginning of OUTLANDER. [Excerpt from Book Ten (Untitled), Copyright © 2024 Diana Gabaldon] [Excerpt One] How to pack for a rescue operation in which one has no idea where one may be, for how long, or under what circumstances? Clothes… well, the possibility of having to hob-nob with the sort of people who would be disaffected by my normal wardrobe was remote, but couldn’t be totally discounted, either. We might need the good will of someone with influence. I had two gowns that might be called decent, one of which needed mending… but the thought of someone with influence ineluctably switched my mental gears [&hellip;]

Two Excerpts to Celebrate March 6th

On March 6th, 1988, I began writing a novel. For practice. I didn’t intend to show it to anybody, and had no idea what it might turn out to be about. I just wanted to learn how to write a book. And I did. <g> So, here are TWO brief excerpts from the tenth offspring of that line, to mark the 36th <cough> anniversary of the beginning of OUTLANDER. [Excerpt from Book Ten (Untitled), Copyright © 2024 Diana Gabaldon] [Excerpt One] How to pack for a rescue operation in which one has no idea where one may be, for how long, or under what circumstances? Clothes… well, the possibility of having to hob-nob with the sort of people who would be disaffected by my normal wardrobe was remote, but couldn’t be totally discounted, either. We might need the good will of someone with influence. I had two gowns that might be called decent, one of which needed mending… but the thought of someone with influence ineluctably switched my mental gears [&hellip;]

Asteroid 28890 Gabaldon

MANY thanks to the Lowell Observatory (in Flagstaff, Arizona) for including me in their wonderful “I (heart) Pluto” Festival this weekend! Everyone had a wonderful time, including State Representative Justin Wilmoth, who is introducing a bill to the Legislature declaring that “Pluto is the State Planet of Arizona.” (As the Representative noted in his remarks, “No other state has discovered a planet!”) (Yes, we know that Pluto is dismissed as a “planetoid” by the uninformed; (most of) the good people of Flagstaff decline to accept that designation.) The text and image below shows (most of) the certificate the Observatory folks gave me, commemorating their naming one of “their” (as in, they discovered and registered it) asteroids after me. Quite an honor! (28890) Gabaldon = 2000 KY65 Discovery: 2000-05-27 / LONEOS / Anderson Mesa / 699 Diana J. Gabaldon (b. 1952) is an American author. After earning a PhD in behavioral ecology and working as a university professor, she became a full time writer and is known for her bestselling Outlander [&hellip;]

Emotion: “In the forest.”

Someone on another site asked about the ongoing writer’s problem: How to Show/Handle Emotion. As it was, I’d just written this bit (along with a lot of surrounding text), and thought it might be a good, fairly brief example. So here’s the excerpt, with the Writer’s Note explaining technique at the end, for those interested. [Excerpt from BOOK TEN (Untitled), Copyright © 2023 Diana Gabaldon] William stood still, listening as he slowly wiped soot from his fingers; the leaves and fruit of the apple trees had escaped burning, but not the clouds of smoke that must have rolled out of the burning cabin. Who had lived here? He wondered. Had it been at night, the place caught afire from a careless spark from the fireplace? Or maybe a cooking accident, where the woman of the house caught her apron alight and in her agitation, chucked it away onto something flammable? He wandered round the empty shell of the house, breathing the thick air in tiny sips through his mouth. There [&hellip;]

Dialogue: “The Three Musketeers”

October 25, 2023 Phew. Two Busy Weeks! Did an event for a private club in NYC, then whipped home and repacked my suitcase for the Surrey International Writers Conference, in British Columbia (that’s in Canada). Got home from that yesterday, and now I’m in California (not working—taking a wee break). Anyway, since some folk here seem interested in the nuts and bolts of writing (beyond just enjoying the story), I thought I’d maybe post basic notes for the Dialogue workshop that I taught at the conference, followed by one of the pieces (of Book Ten) that I used as an example of same. So… DIALOGUE Like a scene, a good line of dialogue often has more than one purpose. It should have at least one. You don’t need to know the purpose as you write, but when you read over something you’ve written, you should be able to point to any given element—be that a line of dialogue, a descriptive phrase, a plot point—and say why it’s there. I. PURPOSES [&hellip;]

“Simian Crease” (Book Ten)

Sorry to be MIA—we went to New Orleans for several days (just for fun, weirdly enough <g>—ate, slept, walked around looking at interesting things and listening to great music) and I didn’t take my laptop with me. I did get a bit of work done, though, in the middle of the nights (the ones where I woke up in time…): I don’t think anything in this excerpt constitutes a spoiler, but it is from Book Ten. [Excerpt from UNTITLED BOOK TEN. Copyright © 2023 Diana Gabaldon.] I uncurled the tiny fist to check again. I’d caught only a glimpse, but… By reflex, I turned my left hand up and glanced at my own palm. It was a maze of wandering lines: head, heart, life, love, fate—and dozens more caused by the daily wear of age and work. A net to catch an unknown future. But the twitching little starfish in my right hand was almost a blank slate, save for a single smooth, deep line across the upper palm. Only [&hellip;]