THREE HUNDRED! THREE HUNDRED BACKERS, GUYS! THAT WAS MY DREAM NUMBER! I’m going to have to upgrade my dreams! Oh my gosh, this is VERY exciting! VERY! EXCITING! 300 backers and the Redeemer Chronicles Kickstarter is nudging €9K now; another 600 will offset a useful-sized chunk of hiring a professional editor, which–it’s totally silly, but that excites me. I’m a pretty good writer, and I turn in pretty solid drafts, but invariably my editors have questions and insights that leave me wondering why on *earth* I couldn’t see that myself,…
Parenthetical Post
I’m holding the Sockpocalypse. We have an unbelieveable number of unpaired socks. I’ve been collecting all that I can find for the purposes of washing and pairing them. Anything left without a mate at the end gets binned. I don’t need wire hangers anyway (althoug a bicycle would be nice). Yeterday it was (literally) freezing. As part of the Sockpocalypse, I unearthed my winter coat (and my knee-length black leather coat, and my Sassy Librarian Glasses, which means I now have a pair of glasses for every day of the…
V for Victory!
Ladies and gentlemen, the REDEEMER campaign has just crossed the €8K threshold, which means the Redeemer Chronicles are a go and I am under contract–*to you*! Oh my gawd. Holy crap. Holy BEANS. This is–I mean, NO DOMINION was very exciting, of course, but this is a whole different ball game! This is a NEW STORY I get to tell RIGHT FROM SCRATCH, and it’s a thing that’s happening because we now live in a world where readers can directly make books happen. That is so amazing. YOU GUYS are…
Kitsnaps: Botanic Gardens Greenhouse
I played hooky to go take pictures in the fog this morning. This is one of my favourites. :)
Storyteller
I just remembered something embarrassing. *laughs* My first Usenet/email name/handle/display name was “Storyteller”. I mean, I was 17, okay? So I can forgive me for being a little dorktastic, but in retrospect it makes me laugh because it’s so…17 and pretentious. Or dreamy-eyed or whatever you want to call it, but as dorky as it was, it was also how I perceived myself, either as I was or as I wanted to be. I wanted to tell stories to people. I’ve always wanted to tell stories to people: my earliest…