Ok, this is Irys and Rill’s fault, ’cause Rill asked how many books I’d written, and Irys asked for loglines on them all. So here you go: NO SONG BUT SILENCE: Kerry MacDonald’s childhood dream of visiting Scotland is turned upside-down when the Loch Ness monster offers her a chance to slip away from her own world and discover the faerie world of Tir Nan Og. IMMORTAL BELOVED: An archaeologist’s claim to have found Atlantis brings five thousand years of memories and missed chances back to Methos’ doorstep. TRAPPER’S DAUGHTER…
smug. :)
Smug. Barring comments from test readers (to whom I am going to send the revised version of this story), I do believe BANSHEE CRIES is done. Smug! Now I shall go for a walk. :)
awesome
Awesome. catedermody.com is now resolving to cemurphy.net Now I’ve got to figure out a way to do a nice design that incorporates both names somewhere obvious. :)
Lent
Yesterday was the last day of my self-imposed Lent. However, since my stupid stupid weight is up a pound (I suspect general weight fluxuations rather than actual weight gain here, but it’s still depressing) and I have not yet lost 10 pounds, I am not going back on sugar. Actually, I’m pretty much not planning to until I weigh 140, but I’m trying not to think about that because 40 pounds is a lot to lose. Thinking about it in 2 pound increments is less depressing. Sort of. Anyway, still…
walking, writing, stuff
I’ve finally gone out and gone for a little walk, despite the slipperiness. I really need to do this every day; it brightens my mood to no end, even when it’s treacherous out. And, of course, it makes Chanti happy, too. :)34444444444 (That last bit brought to you by Lucy, who is now head-diving into my armpit.) I’ve been sitting around the last day or two feeling overwhelmed by the prospect of doing rewrites and edits and writing new books. Going for a walk has helped clear that up enormously.…