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January 14, 2020
Weary or Wicked
Finishing a complex, hard-fought revision leaves me feeling like I’ve been punched in the head–dazed, pained, and wondering where all the red stuff is coming from. Recovery always takes twice as long as I think it will, but I don’t have time to really let the dust settle. HOOD needs Season Three started and Season …
January 13, 2020
Soundtrack Monday: Erase, Rewind
Monday here is quiet except for the rain, and very cold. I just finished a rather difficult revise on The Poison Prince, book two of what I call Hostage to Empire–the publisher calls it something different, but I don’t let that trouble me. Today, therefore, is somewhat of a two-fer, but not in the usual …
January 10, 2020
Leek Iteration
I love potato-leek soup for many reasons, not least of which is this little science experiment. It’s close to magic, and every time I walk by the kitchen window, I am reminded of the deep, abiding fuck you inherent in all earthly life, clinging on the surface or in the crevices of an insignificant rock …
January 9, 2020
Revisions, Frazzle
I long to finish these Poison Prince revisions and then… go straight into revising HOOD‘s Season Two. I’m sure by the time both are finished I’ll be a quivering ball of nerves, and will head straight into the next thing on the to-do list, which escapes me at the moment because checking said list seems …
January 7, 2020
The (Non)Burning Table
Awake early, but not up then. I set an extra alarm about an hour before get-up time, because I need that hour. I crave the quiet, the solitude, the darkness. When I don’t have that soft, internally focused time, the anxiety mounts daily until I hit the edge of burnout, bare nerves sparking like uninsulated …
January 6, 2020
Soundtrack Monday: Take Me Out
It’s a brand-new year, and time for another Soundtrack Monday! Today we’re visiting the Society series–in particular, Hunter, Healer. I did a fair amount of research on Vegas casinos for the scene where Rowan and Delgado finally see each other again. And while writing their reunion (bullets flying, adrenaline roaring, homemade Molotov cocktails) I listened, …
Monday Capabilities
Well, the holidays are officially officially over and it’s back to work. Which means Miss B has turned her nose up at her brekkie, though I can hear her tummy rumbling from where she lounges resentfully in my office, and further means that I somehow forgot, in my first attempt at making coffee, that I …
December 23, 2019
We Survived 2019, Early Edition
It’s the eve of the Eve. Yule is past, which means I can relax a bit, but the kids are just ramping up into their yearly excitement. The dogs are settling into the new normal, which is scraps at dinnertime and a big glowing thing sitting in the living room that the humans don’t want …
December 20, 2019
Edging In With the Lake
I’m edging back into piano practice again, and it feels good. Of course, every time I play this I expect to see a red-eyed Natalie Portman, but that’s a price one pays. I want to finish this book of exercises and go back to doing Bach. Next year I’ve got to start working seriously on …
December 19, 2019
Fewer Books of Less Quality
We are in the throes of the shopping season. Stress and tension are everywhere, from the aisles where tired, overstimulated children cry to the checkouts where overwhelmed parents, counting their pennies, feel the sick thump of what if I forgot someone or what if I can’t afford what Little Spawn wants? It’s just as bad …
