I said to msagara the other day that I didn't think that my book was going to be 90,000 words. That it was, in fact, likely to be much longer. She just laughed at me.

A few days later, I told the same thing to thesandtiger. She laughed much harder. She said that she'd known that I'd never write a short book; she just didn't want to mention it to avoid scaring me ( Read more... )

So I've been making a driving CD for diatryma as per her blog request, trying to find songs that she might find interesting while also providing a survey of my musical taste, and attempting to end up with a CD that's actually listenable. It is, shall we say, a challenge, but a fun one ( Read more... )

Yesterday, my laptop self-destructed. Not entirely unexpected, though rather sudden. I'd just backed up the novel, so it only managed to take a few hundred words with it when it went. Still, I'm not pleased with this development, especially as I'm supposed to be writing. (This is Ruth's laptop, which she will need back shortly ( Read more... )

Here at the cottage, we have but two goals. Write stuff. Watch the Olympics.

This is our story.

( Writing/Olympics Retreat: DAY TWO )

I am officially almost nearly back up to the word count I had before deleting that chapter and a half worth of stuff at Alpha. So close. We’ll see if I have a third writing session in me today; otherwise, the words will get written tomorrow ( Read more... )

So: yesterday I returned home from Alpha. For those who have no idea what I’m talking about, Alpha a ten day SF/F/H writing workshop for writers roughly between the ages of 14 and 19, at which I was a staff member for the second year ( Read more... )

Home again, home again ( Read more... )

The internet is my enemy these days, it seems. When I take myself away from it, I can write without difficulty. I went to stay at New House for a while, and I wrote all day long, sitting happily in the back by the pond where I could watch the fish. And not only did I write, and rewrite, and delete a lot of the stuff I’d just written (for that’s ( Read more... )

1. One week ago today was my last day as a full-time employee at my day job. I quit to take the summer off to write (and write and write and write some more). My last day was one of the best days I’d had there, and my boss told me to stop looking so happy I was leaving ( Read more... )