This weekend, June 11th and 12th, I will be holding three Storytelling Hours via chat! During each hour, I will tell somewhere between one and three Gryphon Beach stories, off the cuff and live for my studio audience! If you come in late you’ll miss the beginning. There will be no recaps. I will not be posting the stories after they’re told, so the Storytelling Hours will be your only chance to hear them. I *will* be saving them for some sort of future publication, so eventually you’ll probably get…
small list of thinks to do
– newsletter » storytelling hour » biali story – electriCity synopsis stuff – my turn on easy pickings – synopses for 2nd two books of broken faery – proposal for…well, shit, i have to decide what i’m proposing, first » so take a look at the proposal list and decide – orssp #4 – lunch with ebear :) did i mention that having finished ANGLES on wednesday i am actually *three weeks* ahead of schedule? so in theory i can do all of that *points upward* by the end of…
Right Angles to Faeryland
I finished revising ANGLES yesterday. The result is a sentimental slobbery blog entry, which I will put behind the cut to spare you all my starry-eyed self. :)
The Old Races Short Story Project: Story #3
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. This, “Falling”, is the third story, and is a story of Biali in 1890s New York. 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. “Falling” “Get in the ring and lose the fight. Make it look good. Can’t…
movies
I can’t help it. I just think Green Lantern looks like a great big shiny CGI flop. Maybe I’m wrong–probably I’m wrong–but that’s what I see when I watch the trailers. We went to Pirates and to X-Men this weekend. By half an hour in I already thought Pirates was too long. It had its moments of charm, of course, but it could easily have been 45 minutes shorter. X-Men, which I went in mildly indifferent to and Ted went in already hating, was quite delightful. Ted, afterward, muttered, “Dammit,…