HANDS OF FLAME revisions have been turned in. (Now if they would please pay me *right now*.) After the absolute unmitigated sheer *hell* of writing that book… …I quite like it, actually. It’s non-stop action. I think it finishes the trilogy well. I *know* it’s going to leave people going AGH WAIT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT?! And I think someday I might write more books so people can find out. In about five years. After the Walker Papers are done. ytd wordcount: 80,500 miles to Minas Tirith: 153.5
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breaking radio silence
I rouse from my slumber! Ted and I are in search of O’Reilly-type books (or its lesser cousins) for the MCSE 2000/2003 and the CCNA. I am wondering if anybody out there in blogland has copies they would be willing to lend or sell for cheap. The weekend was spent visiting with my parents and working on revisions for HANDS OF FLAME, which I’m now down to the last hundred pages or so on. I have figured out how to answer one mystery that had been left unresolved by the…
*vaguely amused*
I had a dream a couple of nights ago, the only bits of which I remember were 1. standing amongst literally thousands of fallen books (specifically SF/F books. I recognized cover art), trying to slog my way…well, to the bathroom, I think, because now that I think about it a lot of my dreams were revolving around going to the bathroom, thanks to an over-full bladder. But anyway, staggering and slipping on books, trying to work my way through them. When I woke up I thought, well, *that* didn’t need…
thank you for your concern :)
It is (truly, no sarcasm) very kind of everybody who’s told me that Amazon (and Fictionwise, and previous to this, Barnes & Noble) have got the wrong book data up for HOUSE OF CARDS. I’ve told my publishers, and they’re working on fixing it. That’s about all I can do, except pass on my thanks from my editor, who is laboring under the impression that I’m really on top of this stuff, when in fact it is my good and true and loyal readers who are on top of it…
not what I planned…
Well, this morning did not go as planned. I went to the gym, which was planned. I walked home, which was planned. But it turned out I’d forgotten my keys, and Ted was in the back garden hacking away, so neither ringing nor knocking nor calling nor shouting could gain his attention. After a few minutes of trying all of those, I shrugged and went for a walk. Consequently, by 11:20am, when I got back home again (where, fortunately, Ted had come inside for a break), I’d walked over six…