Celebrity Sighting: I can't believe I forgot to mention that a few weeks ago, Garrison Keillor attended Sunday morning service (which I guess is not technically "Mass," not that I will ever stop calling it that) at our church! The buzz didn't get around to me until afterwards, which is good, because I would have shit myself with nerves. Very holy ( Read more... )

FUCK YEAH! THIS IS HOW WE THROW DOWN IN KITTEN TOWN!

Finished at 9:55 p.m. on November 30. That may be my earliest-in-the-month win ever.

I said that I'd get you ... bears WORDS!

*falls over*
 

The love interest was never lovable.
The killer never killed anyone.
The mystery was never mysterious.
The conspirators never conspired.

I'm 12K-and-change from the end and have no conflict to wrap up. No denouement to denoue. My story is wholly, utterly, unaddressably broken.

This fucking rules.It's Nano like I always secretly wanted to do it ( Read more... )

1. As soon as one of the PCs cops to cooking breakfast, Yala's hunger strike in 100gp is over. That was fun to write, especially the part where she got so weak she started talking like a crazy person. But I knew the gang would figure it out. After this she'll behave herself, I'm sure. *whistles innocently ( Read more... )

You are going to force me to quit? Perhaps by sucking unbelievably hard?

Maybe you missed the part where I DO NOT FREAKING CARE.

(excelsior!)

It has been a pleasantly full week ( Read more... )

Saturday was one of those days of random, low-level suckage. Saturday could bite me. Things picked up in the evening, though. I went to a square dance and had a blast. I ended up doing almost all the round dances with Bob, a caller who likes to pull people out to round dance even if they've never taken any lessons (like me.) He did that last spring ( Read more... )

Why do I never update this thing anymore? Let's change that from now on ( Read more... )

Well, it's December. I did not win Nano. I wrote about 23K on three different novels:

Per Diem, an urban fantasy set in Knoxville with modern-day versions of Hercules's twelve labors, a Halloween-themed commitment ceremony, a washed-up half-troll private eye, an Objectivist grad student vampire, and a desperate need for a new title.

Iron at ( Read more... )

Five randomly selected lines:

An hour later, we were back in nearly the same place, pushed back

ahead, and not sneak peeks at the firm rear ends and meaty thighs on

since last night, discarding them now for the same reasons I had then.

clawed at each other, and then his fingers bit deeper, more painfully,

October 4
I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M NOT ( Read more... )