The Old Races Short Story Project patronage window is now closed. (Actually, this story is titled “Legacy” but I seem to have screwed that up in the emails I just sent to subscribers, so at the moment we’ll go with “Trinity”. There’s another completely different half-written Old Races (or it was half-written til I had the computer crash; I think it may be one of the very few things I lost when the hard drive died) story called “Trinity”, but nevermind that.) *clears throat* Right. Anyway. I’m doing a six-story…
Nanowrimo
This morning I said to Mom, a bit rashly, “As long as the baby takes a nap at all, I should finish Nano on time.” The baby napped for 45 minutes and woke up miserable. Grim, I checked my wordcount before going to get him. 50,015. I’m actually pretty pleased. I’ve only ever succeeded with Nano once before, though I at least start to participate most years. Last time I succeeded was also with a middle grade novel. Coincidence? I don’t know. But I’m pleased to have accomplished it (as…
Dear Self,
Dear Self: You may have noticed it’s really quite easy to get 1K written if you get up in the morning. This is your daily quota. If you made a habit of that, then of doing it again the first hour of the baby’s nap, you would 1. blow the hell out of your quota, and 2. having done so, perhaps feel justified in spending some time exercising. I’m just sayin’. Love, Me
7 Years of Gainful … Unemployment?
I got laid off from the day job 7 years ago yesterday. I’ve been a full-time writer ever since, despite some hairy moments where the smart thing really would have been to get a day job. In that time, I’ve published 16 novels, 3 novellas, a couple dozen short stories, and a 5-issue comic book. It adds up to just shy of two million words published. I have 3 more novels, a collection of Old Races short stories, a couple of non-affiliated short stories and a collection of Walker Papers…
that sucked.
That was exciting, for the value of exciting that means “that really sucked.” My sock got caught on a nail head insufficiently flush to the wall and I crashed full length to the floor hard enough that I’ve still got the shakes from it. I’m not much hurt, but it scared the hell out of me and worried Young Indiana a lot. thinks to do when the baby naps – finish the AAs – shower – make pie crust – write, if i have any will/time left *sigh* 45,000 words…