Going to London has utterly thrown off my sense of time. I’m fairly convinced it’s Tuesday. *Next* Tuesday. o.O London was fun. I sold a few books and met several LJers, which was really wonderful. *beams* *waves to you all and makes noises of profound gratitude that you came*! I was also stalked by /Sarah Brennan, whose copy of HANDS OF FLAME says “Stop following me!” The next one will say, “I mean it, or I’m calling the garda!” and the one after that will say “That’s it, I’m getting…
Fiction Week: Rabbit Tricks
I am back from London, and for the end of Fiction Week, I present to you a Walker Papers short story to tide you over until book four’s release next fall. :)
Fiction Week: New York Hold ’em
I am on a plane to London, where I will be doing a signing from 6-7pm this evening at The Forbidden Planet! I hope to see some of you there! And that means today’s story is getting posted early, and tomorrow’s will probably be late, ’cause I don’t get back to Ireland until mid-afternoon. All right, all right, we’re starting to get to what you all really wanted in the first place, right? A story of the Old Races, just for you. :)
Fiction Week: Previously, on Take A Chance…
While I was considering what to write for Fiction Week, Ted suggested a Chance prequel. I could write it as news reports, he suggested, and that sounded like a pretty good idea. Except when I sat down to do the job, it came out in comic script form. I decided it leave it that way for several reasons: one, it was clearly the natural format for a Chance story. Two, I thought perhaps a few people would be interested in seeing the basic structure I use in writing a comic…
…eeegh.
The lovely Interloper Kitty who lives next door has come into our back yard and has found a stiff, dead Quite Large Mouse or Very Small Rat and is now extremely gleefully bouncing and writhing around the patio with it. My own cats are hunched at the back door, glowering in envy. I am entering Day Seven of No Sweets. I have, with literally no other changes to my behavior, lost 3.4 pounds. Some of this is probably dehydration, though, because I’ve also come down with a head cold and…