I’m back to blogging, but first, let’s talk TBSOL

Last time I wrote on my blog about TBSOL was back in November of 2015, and I said I wasn’t going to talk about TBSOL for a very long time.

Well, here we are, two years later, and I’m finally ready to talk about TBSOL again.

Today I scheduled “Chapter 17” of the new draft over on Patreon. Last week I finished what I’ve been thinking of as “Part I” of the book. There’s a lot left to write, but all of it feels doable in a way that hasn’t felt doable in a very long time. Mostly, the book feels fun again. It’s also (I think) a bit more ridiculous than FV. It has 100% more Nutella poetry, in any case.

I like to think of it as a mesh of v1, v2, and fv. Everything should feel familiar. Everything should feel different. I want you to know what happens next without knowing what happens next. Some things are/will be recycled, but almost everything else is brand new. The core characters remain the core characters, with a few changes. I’ve overhauled some secondary characters completely because of reasons (*cough*the sequel*cough*).

Speaking of the sequel, I’ll be revealing the working title to my patrons in December, to my newsletter subscribers after the new year, and to everyone else when I finish the rough draft of TBSOL and move it into beta.

My “deadline” for this draft of TBSOL is March 10, 2018. I don’t know that I will finish it by then, but my aim is to be close enough to the end at that point to determine a more accurate deadline.

In other words, TBSOL will be done when it’s done, but at least now when someone asks, “How is TBSOL going?” I can say, “Good!” and actually mean it, instead of wanting to fall to the ground and cry.

I’m asked a lot whether TBSOL will be shared outside Patreon, so here’s my current plan:

  • The rough draft is and will remain exclusive to Patreon. It’s my way of saying “thank you” for the support, while not feeling like the story is out in the wild as I work on it.
  • When the rough draft is finished and cleaned up a bit, I will move it into the beta stage, at which point, all patrons will have access to the whole book, and can unload all the feedback and commentary I’ve asked them to hold on to as I write it.
  • I will also open the beta to some non-patrons, starting with beta readers from FV who were actively participating in the beta process at the time, and are still interested in offering feedback.

I will repeat this process for the sequel. The rough draft will go up on Patreon as I work on it, and we’ll go from there. Cool? Cool.

Now that that’s out of the way…

I’m updating my blog to say that I’m planning to update my blog more often.  I’ve missed it. I’ve missed sharing things besides retweets or filtered photos. My blog’s a bit dusty, but at least it’s mine.

Point being: If you missed me rambling on about nothing, I’ll be doing more of that. Soon. Like later today, after I eat some tacos.

TV Talk

Supergirl 2.08: Sanvers Recap


So, I went into this episode thinking that Maggie might not even be in it, and pretty much resigned to having little to no Sanvers interaction. But boy was I wrong about that. continue reading…

TV Talk

Supergirl 2.07: Sanvers Recap

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TV Talk

Supergirl 2.06: Sanvers Recap


*deep breath* Okay, here we are at 2.06. But before I start this emotional/heartbreaking recap, I’m going to grab some hot chocolate, a warm blanket, and a box of tissues.

Okay, I’m back.

Here we go…  continue reading…

TV Talk

Supergirl 2.05: Sanvers Recap


I’m caffeinated and showered and ready to dive into another Sanvers recap. If you missed my previous ones, here you go:

Supergirl 2.03: Alex/Maggie Recap

Supergirl 2.04: Alex/Maggie Recap

Up, up and away…  continue reading…

TV Talk

Supergirl 2.04: Sanvers Recap


If you missed my Alex/Maggie recap from 2.03, you can read it here. continue reading…

TV Talk

Supergirl 2.03: Sanvers Recap


It’s been a long, long time since I’ve felt the urge to recap anything on TV, but I have sooooo many feelings about Alex Danvers and Maggie Sawyer on Supergirl, you guys. So many. So, here I am. I was going to jump ahead to 2.06, because THE FEELINGS, but I’ll start at the beginning of this emotional rollercoaster.

Also, I think we all need a happy place right now, and this is mine. So, let’s do this. continue reading…


I Want to Talk About TBSOL


I really do.

I want to talk about what I’m doing, what I’m thinking of doing, and why I’m thinking of doing those things. I want to explain my choices. I want to walk you through my plans.

I want to talk about TBSOL because I’ve never felt like writing this book was a solo journey. So many of you have been there since the beginning, giving me feedback, reading my drafts. So many of you continue to be there, and continue to support me through all of my versions and all of my craziness, and I love you for it. Truly. Thank you.

I want to talk about TBSOL.

But I’m not going to.

I promised myself I wouldn’t. I promised myself that this time around, I would shut up and just write.

This time around there are no beta readers, no beta team. It’s just me and the keyboard and a whole lot of coffee.

And it’s really effing weird.

So, this post is mostly to say: I’m alive, and I’m writing. I’ve been writing. Off and on. On and off. Well and poorly. Fast and slow. Word after word after word. I’m writing.

I’m not going to talk about TBSOL. This may be the last time I mention it for a very long time. A very long time. Like… at least a week.

But, since we’re friends…

One of my favorite authors, Caitlín R. Kiernan, had a blog back in the day in which she talked about the daily process of writing one of her novels, and as a writer, I found this blog fascinating and invaluable.

I don’t expect to offer anything nearly as fascinating or invaluable to my own readers, but I didn’t want to feel completely disconnected, either, since some of you do love and appreciate the minutia.

So, for those of you who are interested in process, or progress, or in the general abstract randomness that goes into the writing of a book, I’ve started a thing here: http://process.ingriddiaz.com

I don’t know exactly what it is, or what it may become, but it is there for the curious. More importantly, it is public, but mostly hidden, and not filling up your Facebook feeds or inboxes.

It’s a win-win.

Finally: No matter where you are in the world, I pray you are safe.

As always, thank you for your existence.




I’ve been stuck reworking the first few chapters of TBSOL for over a year. It was a half-hearted effort. I felt drained. I felt tired. I felt stressed and weighted down by the knowledge that people are waiting.

The last time I let K read anything I’d written was months ago and she said, “I don’t like it, I’m sorry. I don’t know what you’re doing.”

Nothing was coming together. The flow of the story was wrong, the characters were wrong, and every time I tried to write, all I felt was rage.

This week, the rage went away. I don’t know why. It just went away.

For the past few days I’ve been writing the way I used to write when I was younger, back when it was just me and a keyboard, sitting at my grandparents’ house in Puerto Rico, typing away and not giving a crap.

I couldn’t remember what it felt like to start writing and not want to stop. I couldn’t remember what it felt like to write this novel without a thousand voices in my head telling me which way to go.

I don’t know how long this feeling will last, nor what will come from it. I don’t know if this is a new version, or an old version, or an edited version. I don’t even care anymore, honestly. All I know is that last night was the first time in our twelve-year relationship that I handed K pages of TBSOL to read and didn’t wonder at all whether or not she would like them.

I knew she would.

Of Life & Randomness

2015: Here We Go Again

image.pngI can’t pretend I was much of a writer in 2014. I was a student, and later a teacher, and then at some point, a crazy tennis fan, and that about sums up my 2014.

So, here we are at the start of a new year, and I begin it with the same blind optimism with which I’ve begun every year prior: This is the year I become an ideal version of myself. This is the year I accomplish all my goals, and see all of my dreams realized.

And maybe it will be. And maybe it won’t. I’ve decided it’s okay either way.

I’m making no promises, no resolutions. Less talking, more doing is my motto for the year. We’ll see what comes of that.

All of that to say: I hope everyone reading this has a wonderful and productive start to 2015. Above all, I wish you health and happiness.