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Hope is stuck. She crawled under Bly’s stuff stored on the porch–where she knows she isn’t allowed–and now she can’t get out. We’re calling it an object lesson. And we’re not helping. Object lesson is also what you might call the housing situation. We went and looked at a house today. We’d really like to […]
It’s satisfying. It clears the air. And damn it–it feels good. No, I don’t have a reason. Okay, yeah, I do, but it’s not a good one (is there a good reason to throw a tantrum?) and it’s not something anyone but me can do anything about. So I kept it a fairly mild fit.
Today, you may remember (if I mentioned it, did I?) was The Day. D-Day. The day I sent Semantics to the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. I only needed a little help to get it done. Yeah, right. I put it off all day long. My friend Phoenix in Illinois came home from work
Luc’s dad dropped a bombshell on him today. And on me. And I love it. I don’t want to hear about how I should have seen it coming, that is not how I write and y’all can deal with it. I like surprises from my characters. A very wise person (okay, it was BJ, but
Okay, so ‘plot’ is a misnomer. I’m sitting here, not doing much of anything though I’m about to get to work on Keen, and it hits me…July fourth isn’t just Independence Day. It’s Aya’s birthday. Aya, if you haven’t been paying attention 😉 is the tactical leader of Weiss. Redheaded sword-wielding bishounen voiced by the
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Holy shit, it’s July! My year is half over, and I’m not published nor even submitted anywhere. I was thinking of this last night, and decided I would start dividing my time. Work on Keen, then edit Eve a bit. One more rolling run-through, and then I’d send it off. So what am I doing?
Yeah, Friday the Thirtieth just doesn’t have the same ring to it. Today, despite the fact that Bly hasn’t remembered to nag, I added 700 words to Semantics. I had asked her opinion, she said she didn’t feel it was missing anything. But I felt it needed a little more, and my writing is the
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