That’s right–Bite Me Tender has a release date. August 13. Yeah, I’m a little excited. Like, this excited. Cover isn’t in yet, which I hope means good things, because one of the possible cover ideas I threw out there was one that would need to be drawn by hand, or computer. And it was,...
A little climbing on Glyn’s family tree. My editor claims she wants to be Gram when she grows up. “Hello, Glynnie. I see nothing’s changed here.” She rearranged the canisters on the counter and, while Glyn was putting them back in order by size, she reorganized his set of chef’s knives on their magnetic...
A propos of nothing, this little section makes me laugh. I’m not going to tell you where it happens, though, ’cause I’m mean like that. This is your fault, isn’t it? He poked mentally at his wolf, who was as drunk as Levi, stretched out on its figurative back with its legs pointing shamelessly...
Writing, that is. Long periods of sitting around waiting for something to happen, punctuated by short periods of intense “oh, my God, I must get this done”. And, in the meantime, keeping up with the daily grind of getting words down on new work. I’m still trying to finish the Christmas story I started...
By dint of gluing my butt to my chair and doing nothing but writing for about 16 hours, I’ve tied another 4500 words into Bite Me Tender. It will make the story stronger, in the end, but it’s nerve-racking going back through, because every decision you make, every change that you add in, has...
No, actually, we’re good now. I thought someone had stolen my Margarita flavoured ice cream, but I found it hidden under a bag of french fries. (I’m such a good mom, I stock so many healthy foods in the house. :S) If only I could look in there and find some actual Margaritas, too....
http://pcwrede.com/blog/what-you-do-right/ When I think about it, I got a good grounding in basic grammar in junior high, which disappeared in high school, as we began focusing more intently on Shakespeare and reading novels. But, unlike Ms. Wrede, I had a teacher in Grade 12 who was incredibly enthusiastic about creative writing. We had weekly...
I spent the morning fighting with two different printers to get my contract printed off, only to lose severely and have to make a trip into town. Contract is signed and sent. Let the waiting recommence. In the meantime, I have gotten almost nothing written today. Ugh. I’ll likely hit my targets before bedtime,...
Just sent back my acceptance this morning. Assuming the contract passes muster (and I can’t imagine why it wouldn’t), Levi and Glyn should see the light of day for more than just my beta readers. Details, obviously, to follow. My summer now looks something like: Sign of Spring: maybe June Nuts About You: maybe...
I find myself in the delightful situation of having no particular due dates and about a zillion possible choices of what to work on next. Do I pick the biopunk? Or the low-magic fantasy with the political intrigue? The contemporary rockstar fantasy? The steampunk bunny that latched onto my brain today? (Thanks Babi, I’ll...