stolen from : List ten basic tenents or notions by which you feel you should live 1. Follow your heart. Be happy. Believe in yourself. I know that’s three, but they all seem integral to each other to me, darn it. 2. Remember I am in fact the center of the universe. 3. Be nice to people. 4. Life’s not fair. Calvin once wailed, “Yeah, but why isn’t it ever not fair in my *favor*?!” Here’s the thing: it is. 5. “It’s not the dying that should scare you, girl.…
whew!
Hah! I made my 1300 on TQB, which puts me at 3K for the day (go me!) and 19K for the year! Go me twice! I’ll hit 20K tomorrow, which will make me v. happy. It’s not quite a NNWM schedule, but then again, I didn’t write for several days while my back was going *grlglkght*, and also I’m not /trying/ for a NNWM schedule. Why ar eyou looking at me like that? o.o Apparently I intimidated the hell out of a friend who shall remain nameless (in case she…
tablet
This tablet thing is hard! It would be easier if I could turn the tablet like I can turn a drawing pad, but noooOOOOOoooo. Anyway, a drawing of Breic. :)
the books I’m working on
The books I’m working on, or at least referring to in my blog these days, by initials: TB is THUNDERBIRD FALLS, the sequel to URBAN SHAMAN. (Let us not focus on the fact that in fact the initials of this should be ‘TF’; apparently ‘thunderbird’ is the important word in my mind.) This series as a whole is The Walker Papers, which probably won’t ever be referred to as TWP, but they /could/ be. Theoretically. TQB is THE QUEEN’S BASTARD. Epic fantasy. Being written on spec for a proto-editor at…
wow, go *me*!
Okay, what Sarah gave me yesterday as an idea was *exactly, *exactly* what I needed. It’s something the reader can figure out, it’s something that Jo has an IC reason for happening that doesn’t necessarily associate with the *real* reason it’s happening, it can be used in flashes and gradually get worse, it’s *perfect*. It’s *exactly* what I needed. It’s *exactly* the kind of thing I’ve been trying to figure out for the whole book. It’s *perfect*. And now I’m burning through the wordcount, because I’m no longer hitched up…