Bite Me Tender

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

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...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Tender

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...

It's a lot like baseball…

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...

Friday Night drive by: Panic!

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....

This is exactly what we were talking about in Before You Hit Send this week

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...

Bite Me Tender has a home!

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...

Tuesday Tickle: Bite Me Furface

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...