Because, you see, human beings are a crafty species. A crafty species descended from many other crafty species. An animal that has inherited the ability to shape, build, fashion, make of one thing another. This requires the evolution of particular sorts of intelligence and, also, manual dexterity. So, for more than a million years the species of ( Read more... )

So...by now, all subscribers should have Sirenia Digest #40. It went out about 11:30 p.m. last night (EDT). If you are a subscriber and haven't yet received #40, and you've looked to see that it's not in the spam trap, please email Spooky at crkbooks(at)gmail(dot)com, and she'll fix you up ( Read more... )

This morning, I was stunned to learn of the death of Andy Hallett. He was only thirty-three years old. In other Angel/Buffy-related news, Alyson Hannigan had a kid last week, and named her Satyana ( Read more... )

I have to admit, this (from imdb) brought a smile to my sleepy face ( Read more... )

Most of yesterday was spent sitting here, not writing, simply trying to find the piece I need to have finished a week ago for Sirenia Digest #40. I have to find it today. I also looked over the CEM for The Red Tree with Spooky, and the copy-editors' marks are light, indeed, just as Anne (my editor) said. Which is a huge relief, time constraints and ( Read more... )

A very good writing day yesterday. I did 1,514 words, and found THE END of "As Red as Red." Thank fuck. This story has surely had it's way with me, and I can only hope that it's been worth the effort. It weighs in at a total word count of 7,014 words. Spooky likes it. Sonya (sovay) likes it. No one else has read it yet, but I tend to trust their ( Read more... )

I've been working on "As Red as Red" since...frankly, I'm not certain. Sometime before March 13th, when I actually thought of the title. A fucking long time, for a short story that looks like it's going to come in at about 6,000 words. Yesterday, I seized it by the nape of its scruffy neck, determined that I will finish the piece this afternoon. ( Read more... )

The cold weather I feared yesterday has come today. Bleh. Bright and sunny, but no warmth to be had out there. The sky so blue it makes me dizzy to look at it very long. And it's not particularly warm inside, either. This was supposed to be the year I made peace with winter. If only I could grow a nice fur coat ( Read more... )

Yesterday, I did 1,034 words on Chapter Nine of Daughter of Hounds. The book moves towards terrible, wonderful, momentous events ( Read more... )

Yesterday, the Long Neglect of Daughter of Hounds ended at last. I started out making some corrections and revisions to the existing pages for Chapter Nine, but that felt entirely too much like the not-writing of pitches and proposals, so, after about an hour or so, I started writing new stuff. I only did 758 words, but it's a very good scene (in ( Read more... )