February’s gone, and I am…actually, I’m only about 3500 words behind, which is a hell of a lot better than I expected to be given how much I was sick this month. I’ve gotten copy edits and a short story done, and, er. 25,000 words on the novel, which is actually quite a decent showing. YTD wordcount is in the region of 70K. Also, I wrote two books this evening. See, I’ve been looking at Young Indiana’s baby books, and a lot of them are just awful. Poorly rhymed or…
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sheesh.
I’m watching the Help Nathan Buy Firefly campaign (spawned, if you missed it, by Nathan Fillion saying if he won the lotto the first thing he’d do would be buy back Firefly, make new content, and distribute it via the net) with some bemusement. And fantasy author Pat Rothfuss, who has done impossibly well with his first book and whose publishers apparently expect him to do similarly well with the next (out this week, I gather), has said he’d love to spend his royalties making Firefly happen. Lots of people…
Old Races Short Story Project: Story #1
The Old Races Short Story Project patronage window is now closed. I’m doing an Old Races short story project throughout 2011. This project will deliver 6 Old Races short stories to its patrons, starting with “Salt Water Stains the Sand”, the story of–to quote the reader who asked for it, “the first time Malik lost.” This story has been delivered to the patrons who have thus far subscribed, and I am now pleased to offer you a little ol’ teaser for it. Salt Water Stains the Sand My name is…
darn.
Looks like chartering a flight to Alaska this fall is out of the question. The cheap end seems to start around $32K and you could easily pay a hundred grand more. Plus incidentals. I guess when I win the lottery I’ll just go ahead and buy a jet of my own. :) Traveling by ship and rail is far more affordable, of course, but does still come on the thick side of five grand. And there’s the small problem of being unable to get to Anchorage from Seattle in November.…
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That subject line sounds all wrong, but damn, the dress I ordered Monday evening arrived at noon today. And may I say: damn, sistah. O.O