I’m doing copy edits on RAVEN CALLS. I just got to the scene where the “No Dominion” novella spins off from. AND I FREAKING LOVE IT. Like, exploding from excitement OMG MUST GO WRITE THIS THING RIGHT NOW AAAAAAAAAH SQUEEEEEEE love it! EEEEEEEEEEEEE! drink the kool-aid! join me in my squee! buy into the “No Dominion” campaign! :) :) :)
Author: mizkit
so what do you do…
…at 1:30am when the baby is up again for a second jetlagged night in a row? You go make with the bright makeup and do a little middle of the night photo shoot with the FREAKING AWESOME CHANCE MASK THAT GOWS SENT YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW FREAKING COOL IS THAT?!?!??!?!?! I actually just stared when I opened the box. Total incomprehension. I mean, I knew what it was, but I’d talked to somebody a while ago about making just such a mask and things kind of went south there, so I was…
two weeks to go
With two weeks to go, the “No Dominion” Kickstarter campaign is at an astounding $10.7K. $1300 more and it’ll reach the signed limited trade paperback edition level, which is absurdly cool. I obviously need to find a POD publisher who will do spot varnish on the cover so it can have a shiny tortoise like all the other books have shiny somethings. :) (I said, rashly trusting it would reach the $12K mark. :)) If I was less jet-lagged and exhausted I would post more, but, um, I’m not, so…
why so serious
I’ve got that song stuck in my head. I can’t help thinking of Pink as being Heath Ledger’s Joker’s personal soundtrack, consequently. :) – email jenn – mail Mysterious Items to Jenn – email fred & That Other Fella – email that person i met – also email the artist i met, for that matter – open the box from gows O.O Still so very very far behind, but it’s a start, anyway.
OH MY GOD.
So Young Indiana decided 10:30 was a nice time to get up, after a 90 minute nap, and has thus far refused to go back to sleep. (Particularly aggravating because, well, hell, it’s November 1, I could be working on the damned NNWM novel since I’m *awake*, except I can’t be because he’ll Help.) So anyway, I figured I might as well go through the mail, open the box from gows, and see what I owed her. ’cause, see, I knew what was in the box. Chocolate chips and copies…