At the cafe this morning, people were talking w/site manager about market space. I was listening in & they noticed. Manager says “She’s writing a book!” One immediately says “I have a great first line for a book: ‘I’ve a terrible secret.’ Isn’t that great? You could get a whole book deal off that!” I thought, “Uh, no you couldn’t,” and I *said* “So what’s the secret?” She said “You don’t find out at the end! Keep them for the second book!” …right then. Then they asked for my name…
Tag: writing
& that’s a wrap
I’ve just finished up the copy edits on STONE’S THROE, my Spirit of the Century pulp fiction novel for Evil Hat Productions. I believe it’ll be out to the backers in quite short order, and available for general purchase not *too* long after that. I kinda love this book, guys. I think you will too. It’s full of ridiculous good swoopy pulpy fun, and I’m really glad I got a chance to write it. And now I am going to go do the Ice Cream Dance of Celebration! :)
a week of work
With the arrival of September and the start of (pre)school, I have gotten more work done in the past week than in the past three months combined. There’s a cafe in the same building as my son’s preschool, so I’ve been dropping him off, walking thirty meters to order a cup of berry tea, and sitting down to write for close to 3 hours. It’s a godsend. On the second morning, the barista said, dubiously, “Do you *like* the berry tea?” and I cheerfully admitted it was about the only…
media blackout
I am…desperately behind on writing. This summer–since mid-April–has been…very bad, for writing, and the two projects I hoped to have completed by now are…not. :/ Which means that with 4 months left in the year I also have 4 major projects I want finished or significantly dented, which is…unlikely. I mean, like two of those books are half-written; two are not written at all. I also have three short stories and some copy edits to do, the sooner the better. I am therefore declaring a media blackout in September. Unless…
Unforgiven: A Highlander fic
So a few weeks ago, Medieval POC, the website I feel is the actual purpose of the Internet existing, posted this picture: and requested immortal vampire fic. I was all like “VAMPIRE WUT NO HIGHLANDER OBVS!” and she said that would do too. And then I, er, had an idea. And then…well, then this happened: Unforgiven: A Highlander Fic Etruria (today, Tuscany): ca 500 BC The last thing he remembered was the lion killing him. He didn’t expect to awaken in a field; he did not expect to awaken with…