By my estimation there are several thousand people on the planet that get to December and suddenly feel adrift and at odds with their lives because hey, no more Nanowrimo. I had this feeling for precisely a day, I think, and then it was a shrug and a “Well, back to the grindstone.” Too many incomplete stories looming for comfort ( Read more... )

DONE ( Read more... )

For the past three weeks, my mom and I have had a string of work emails going back and forth with the subject “BANTHAPUG.” To be fair, we did start out discussing pugs, but somehow we’re talking about tickets to the Tran-Siberian Orchestra now. There was a pit stop for Lartist’s It’s Star Wars, Charlie Brown drawing, discussion about me adopting a ( Read more... )

Less than 7k to go. Something like 6.8k or whatnot, which is about how many words it’ll take me to finish this story. I couldn’t have planned that better if I’d tried (and I do generally plan my stories. I don’t write to hit word counts, I write to hit scenes).

Went to a write-in last night, where there was merriment and only a slight trace of ( Read more... )

Cold Days comes out tomorrow and it’s safe to say that I did not reach 50,000 words in time to get it. That’s okay. Now the trick will just be putting my nose to the grindstone for the next few days, as pretty much everybody I talk to will be reading it and will want to talk to me about it.

A little behind on Nanowrimo, but I got past a couple of ( Read more... )

Only did about 500 words yesterday, which puts me somewhere around 5k behind right now. Pretty sure I’m supposed to be past 41k. My current word count is way behind that. Part of the problem was that I spent yesterday playing in Photoshop. I can’t show you the bat-crap crazy things I did to Clint or Natasha, either, as it has to do with Secret ( Read more... )

If you’re playing the Frea drinking game, chug. I’ve added another chapter to my Secret Santa project. I skipped half a chapter because it’s an epic team-fight that I need some choreographers for (somebody please remind me to go back and suck it up and write that thing, will you?). This new chapter involves an unconventional friendship I haven’t ( Read more... )

You know, as writers we say some very strange things. Last night at a write-in, somebody pointed out that I’d just said, “That’s okay, I’ll just kill him.” When I tried to defend that it was a drunk clergyman I was talking about, it only got worse.

But yeah, we’re twenty-one days into Nanowrimo and two thirds of the way through November. Things are ( Read more... )

So some really big jerk or bored teenager has broken into my storage unit in my apartment. They smashed one of the old cameras I bought a garage sale, but left the skis that could be easily sold on eBay (which is kind of what I plan to do with them once I figure out how to get my hands on a box big enough to ship them). So...Happy Holidays, I guess ( Read more... )

Today I saw my parents off to London. They’re going to Brussels first (Dad has a conference he attends there and Mom’s come along a couple of times because she adores Europe), but they’ll be hitting up London later on, which means their four children are spread out for Thanksgiving. Mom has been beside herself with excitement. London is probably ( Read more... )