“Oh hey Steph did cooking today,” you might say. “Been a while since I’ve seen that.” Yes it has. Reason for that. Back in October, things started hurting. More than the usual hurting. Then by November, things started tingling. And by December, it progressed to a mixture of tingling, burning, numbing, and constant throbbing. So …
I’ve done this enough now that when the invite shows up and my initial panic of I DON’T HAVE AN IDEA sets in, I know to just give it a moment. Take a step back. Let the feeling happen. Okay, good. Have you had your moment? Are you done panicking? Feel better now? Let’s…. play …
Should be out in December. Prepare to meet the old man’s old man. Also, here’s to never again outlining, writing, editing, and revising a story while nursing an infant, holding down a fulltime job, and paying attention to the other members of the fam. This is hopefully the first and last time I have to …
I didn’t write about “A Small Quarrel” at all last year. Sorry about that. Pregnancy and writing and childrearing and job wrangling severely sap my blogging time. That story’s been out a few months, and I just wrote the follow-up, “Bootknife”. It’s in the hands of the editor now. I try hard to not spin wheels …
I think I’m having more fun writing the flashbacks than the main story. -_- Welp.
“The Highjorune Masque” is officially part of the next Valdemar anthology lineup, thank the Maker, pass the rum. I wrote 1,000 words today to/from work, mainly by writing a section I wasn’t sure I was going to write, and also by dragging in an old new character who is fun and mysterious and (okay) sexy: …
I’m writing two novels at the moment, both with a different set of characters and worlds. This is probably madness, but it also seems to be working. The first one is modern times, but there’s still worldbuilding involved because I made Los Angeles disappear and my main character still hasn’t told me what, exactly, she …
The next in the series of what I’m thinking of as “Lone Wil and Cub” has been written, it’s had the fine-toothed comma comb (comba?) run over it by my husband (notorious grammar hunter and devastator of passive voice) , and is now off to the editor. I realize at this point I should just assume …
Trying something new with an old cast. I know it’s a cliche to say but — sometimes you just have to ignore what everyone’s been telling you and write what you want. So that’s what I’m doing, and that’ll be 850 words today. Finding the time to do this requires working around an 18 month …
Whoo. Story is sold, the editor gods are pleased. I’m probably going to use the money to get air conditioning for my family. So, y’know, that’s what my Valdemar moneys gets me and mine.