I could have *sworn* I’d posted this last week, but apparently not! Elizabeth Ann Scarborough, author of many wonderful books (including the Nebula-award-winning HEALER’S WAR, a book which her MFA professors at our mutual alma mater, the University of Alaska Fairbanks, told her would never be published!), is running a Kickstarter! It’s for a new book in the Songs of the Seashell Archives, which are light-hearted, delightful epic fantasy that I absolutely loved when I discovered them. (Among other things, the first book features possibly my all-time favorite authorial insertion,…
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CE Murphy 2014 Calendar: Wild Things
I’ve put together a 2014 calendar for them as wants ’em. Pictures of (mostly) cute fuzzy animals this year, and it’s 10% off on everything right now with the discount code HOLIDAYCOUNT. Everybody needs a calendar, right? G’wan, make Christmas shopping easy on yourself this year… :)
good. bad.
The good news is I know how I’ve screwed up the book. The bad news is this is all new screw-ups, following the screw-ups I’ve already fixed, because I was determined that the synopsis had it right even if it didn’t make much sense or feel right, and … yargh. And I need to figure out the big conspiracy plot/motivation/players/etc because I’m reaching a point where it’s got to start coming together and right now instead of edgy sharp moments I have a big puddle of wet noodles. Remind me…
triumph. sort of.
I believe I’ve bashed this book into functional shape. Mostly, at least. The manuscript is 2 chapters and 2K shorter than it was before, which is a totally useless way of describing it, because it must have at least 30% new content, possibly more. The dead weight has been cut, wrong decisions by the author have been removed, and things I thought had to be that way turned out not to, so that was a lot of revising for only being 17k (now 15K) into the book. Now all I…
i hate writing. :p
What is that saying, an author is someone who hates writing more than other people? Yeah. Like that. :p I’ve cut about 15 of the 45 pages I had on this stupid book, and probably have more or less figured out how to fix the next bit, which will return us to our regularly scheduled whatever, not that there’s been any regularly scheduled writing this year. (I said something about writing and my father, ingenuously, said, “Oh, writing? Is that what you do?” :/) On the positive side, I guess,…