Kim Harrison's Blog, page 177

'Da Big Push

Sixty pages left on Madison, I'm guessing.  I did a whopping 15 pages yesterday in eight hours.  My fingers were smoking.  I think it's some of my best work, and, as ususal, what flowed from my keyboard was totally unexpected.  Let me rephrase that.  I think it will be some of my best work.  Right now it's messy.  Cleaning this up is going to take a major rewrite.  I've almost caught up to where I wanted to be after losing the first week in June to the tour.  Whoo-hoo!  Sixty pages.  A week and

Just Another Day in Peachy-Keen SC

Happy Thursday!  Here's a shot of my dogs/office assistants.  Work is going well, and I should be passing the half-way mark for the next Madison book.  It's starting to FINALLY come together.  –Kim

Who Am I Reading?

A reader asked me yesterday what I was reading, and while I was answering, I realized it was going to take more time than I wanted to put in right then.  Besides, I wanted links! Who am I reading?  As you can imagine, I don't have that much time to read, but I do have the pleasure occasionally of reading something for possible blurbage (cover quote)  I've got three such authors I want to tell you about, all of them having books just about ready to hit the shelf:

Sandman Slimby Richard Kadrey (Jul

The art of procrastination

I got up early this morning to soothe my guilt about, well, getting up late and being an hour off all day.  Sure, it's summer, but that doesn't mean I can fritter the day away with blowing seeds off my driveway and organizing my rubber bands.  It was the last one that did it for me.  Organizing my rubber bands.  I love organization, but if I'm arranging my rubber bands, then I am truly on the verge of writer's block.  And if I'm toying with that, then I have to make myself sit down and just writ

Of Dirt and Shoelaces

Okay, so Friday, after closing the office down, Guy and I went to the home improvement store and–amaze, amaze–came home with a bunch of homeless plants.  I've been trying to naturalize the grounds that got torn up when the house was built, so when I found hearty ferns half off, I loaded up.   I also picked up for a dollar about five sun-loving plants, which is what ended up giving me the most trouble.

I swear, it was a two-hundred dollar hole in the ground for five, one-dollar plants.  I pulled o