Next Tuesday is the 1st anniversary/birthday/whatever of the word war room I started. In celebration, I’d like to invite people to come by and just hang out in the chat room for a few hours, probably around noon-3pm Eastern, to discuss writing, ask questions, and whatever else comes to mind. I’ll certainly be there and there’s a reasonable chance at least a couple other professional fantasy authors–Robin D. Owens and Laura Anne Gilman–will be there as well. I may even go so far as to put a feeler out to…
stupid weather
It snowed enthusiastically all afternoon and into the evening, yesterday. There is still snow on the ground, in fact. Ted looked out the window yesterday and said, “That does it. I’m moving to Malta, getting the perfect tan and my divemaster, and spending the next fifty years teaching people to scuba dive in clear blue waters.” I hope he takes me with him. ytd wordcount: 116,900
proofs & words
My parents, bless them a thousand times, have spent the past few days whitewashing the fence, AKA proofreading the TRUTHSEEKER manuscript for me. I’ll be giving it my own pass this weekend, which, because they’ve had the ms the past few days, I keep forgetting I need to do. I keep thinking “Well maybe I can write a little on Saturday and edge SPIRIT DANCES up to 60K”, but no, not really. Not with the proofs to do. Still, I’ve hit the 55K mark on SD, which puts me at…
thinks to do
thinks to do today: – laundry – dishes (thanks to Ted) – empty garbages – make bread – pack up Walker Papers to send – write (obviously) (yes, it’s just about the world’s most mundane thinks to do list, but the garbages in particular keep slipping my mind, so a list it is.)
it takes a village
Thanks to everyone who responded to yesterday’s canine sleeper hold question. You gave me exactly what I needed, and I feel all elucidated now. :) On a totally unrelated topic, there’s an experimental green village development going on in County Tipperary. It is, as far as I can tell, a bunch of Commie pinko hippie greenie anarchist (in the dictionary’s “government by consensus” meaning of the word, rather than the popular “dye your hair green and explode shit” sense of it) artsy fartsy types coming together to develop a low-to-no…