I was just whinging that this was a part of the synopsis where if I could write, “And then something big happens,” it would be much easier. Laura Anne, helpfully, said, “Rocks fall. Everybody dies.” …which, as it turns out, given the location and scene at hand, is a totally valid plot suggestion. Sometimes this job doesn’t suck. :)
books!
We just got a box full of the mass market reprints of the WINTER MOON anthology, which contains “Banshee Cries”, the novella that fits between URBAN SHAMAN and THUNDERBIRD FALLS in the chronology of the Walker Papers universe. I knew it was being reprinted in October, but I sort of wasn’t expecting a box full of them for some time yet. We have a perfectly ridiculous number of my books lying around the house now. I should do something about that. A contest or something, except I’d have to wait…
great big geek
There has to be a certain critical level of 1980s girl geek cred (or something, cred may be too kind a word) accorded to someone who, in search of a specific word, thinks, “Synchronicity, no, that’s not the word I want, what is it, it’s the name of Jem’s hologram computer…” (Synergy, that was the word I wanted.)
shelf space
If ever I wonder what I’ve been busting my balls for over the past several years, I need only look at this picture to find an answer: Thanks to Mary Anne for the photo. :)
mostly metrics, it seems
Halfway through the third & final chapter for the RATTLESNAKE DANCES proposal. I made myself swoon a little while writing it. Sadly for Jo, she was too busy to have a proper swoon herself. :) Dammit, I keep thinking of things to blog and then they fall out of my head when I sit down to write about them. :p Oh, right, there was this! A call for a general strike in America. miles to Morannon: 66.2 ytd wordcount: 227,200