Daniel Bautz

Tag: Middle Grade Fiction

  • What To Do With A Screaming Head

    What to do with a screaming head? Great question, but that leads to more questions. Never one to just blithely charge without surveying the landscape, we must answer a few things. How big is the head? Bigger than a breadbox? What’s a breadbox anyway? Why is the head screaming? What is it screaming? Is the…

  • Hope Everyone Survived

    Hope everyone survived the end of the year, the holidays and all the craziness of the world around them. I could retrospect, wax nostalgic, but I will spare you. I’m forward sighted and hopeful that the continued effort to establish my footing as a writer will continue on. Got a round of queries out this…

  • Author Quotes: Great Minds

  • Author Quotes: Lifelong Occupation

  • Author Quotes: Wash Your Hands

  • Would You Rather – Revise or Query?

    As writers working toward becoming published, we need to do specific tasks. Some are less fun than others. It’s exciting to finish your novel. It’s daunting to take the next steps to get that book published. Revisions are necessary to polish the manuscript. It’s more work than getting the first draft done. But after revisions,…

  • Friday, February 28, 2020

    My day started at 12:45 am. A loud, ripping sound woke me. It sounded like fabric being torn apart. I wish that were the case. The sound emitted came from my dog’s anus spraying diarrhea on the carpet. Welcome to Friday, four hours before your scheduled arrival. After Eclipsing the hour mark of scrubbing carpet…

  • The Dreaded Oops

    You know it’s perfect. Double-checked, triple-checked, revised, and reviewed. Free of errors and ready to send, you take one final look at your query. It is perfect. You hit send, and you’re pitching a literary agent. Your precise query is pitching your last year or more’s work. Then you see it. As the query disappears…

  • Jumbled

    Can’t seem to zero in on any singular item. It’s noisy and time is limited. This bastard has me trapped in the present and fettered to reality. Seated among the clanks and clacks, thumps and thwacks, bumps, and bangs, in this steel monster, there is no focus. This cage keeps me from my other worlds.…

  • Who’s Tired?

    Who’s Tired? Waking up at five in the morning and diving into a vat of coffee is the only way I’m functional. Weary and weak, facing the span ahead to the next weekend, one has to wonder how it is we can cross this chasm. Not suitable to start the trek already exhausted. Things to…

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