It’s only been eight days since I finished the first draft of my current novel and already I’m second-guessing the method that got me to the end of the draft. I’m feeling anxious to dive in to revisions, though I’ll…
It’s only been eight days since I finished the first draft of my current novel and already I’m second-guessing the method that got me to the end of the draft. I’m feeling anxious to dive in to revisions, though I’ll…
It was a lean winter in the garden this year. A cold, wet end to summer meant the fall and winter vegetables didn’t get as big as I would have hoped before the days got short and all growth stopped…
I typed “The End” on the first draft of Cold Black Stars a little after two a.m. last night. Today was my (completely arbitrary, self-imposed) deadline to finish it. It’s pure luck or coincidence that I finished on deadline. The…
I used to be seriously, obnoxiously opposed to ebooks. I said things about needing the smell of paper, about not being willing to give up the fetish of turning the page. I was so, so sure I wanted nothing to…
Bah. I’m so sick of myself tonight. I’ve still got the crash proofreading job on my plate–I need to ship it back to my client on Friday morning–so I haven’t touched Cold Black Stars in days. Working on the new…
1. Yeah…kind of a crappy day. I’ve got a crash freelance job on my desk, which somehow cued the girlchild to wake up every fifteen minutes last night as I was trying to work. That meant I really needed to…
What I’m reading now: What’s at the top of the to-be-read pile: What I’m waiting impatiently for:
See that? That’s what you get when you piss off a five-year-old. Those are drawings of me “with poop all over your clothes, Mama.” He hung them up and I said, “Ah, so there’s poop on your wall now,” which…
Hi. Yeah. It’s me. I guess I’m back. At least, I mean to be back. I’ve missed you. Does that count for something? Surely it must. (Though, dear ones, I’m on Twitter pretty much every day because it’s so much…