Aaaaand we’re 400 words into LW&C #6. Aaaaaaaaaand my new sleep med is now kicking in so I need to stop before I go completely whackadoodle. …seems like a great time to write a blog post and publish it on the Internet!
Go forth and enjoy “Acceptable Losses”, the next installment in Wil and Ivy’s story, as well as many other fine stories by many other fine writers!
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 …
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 …
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.
The story is sent. I’ll update with more details if it gets approved. Until then, I rather like my superstitions, which say to not talk too much about something until you’ve got a contract in hand.
Okay, the story is now less crappy than it was a week ago. And still not done. I think it’ll be done Sunday. Which then will give me a few more days to let it stew, then revise, then send off to the anthology editor. I have killed many darlings in an attempt to trim …
Somewhere during the five-odd stories I have written thus far about my little Bard, I changed the name of one of the supporting characters for no other reason than I forgot how I spelled it originally…oops. Also, having re-read all the stories (more or less), I think “Broken Bones” is my favorite. I know I …