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Update on the Auction

See this picture, this one right here? That's what I'm about to tote off to the post office.

The auction results were very, very good — and I'm (a). thrilled to have been able to raise some dough for Travis, and (b). happy to get some of this excess stock out of my home.

Only about half the people who bid yesterday have paid already (which is fine, and even a very good percentage, really); so this is only about half of what I'm going to ship, if all goes according to plan. I have found a box

P.S.

My outstandingly marvelous employer (and sometimes publisher) at Subterranean Press has freshly announced a new bit of awesome:

For a limited time only, he's dropped the price of the paperback Dreadful Skin edition to $12. Offer ends tomorrow. Profits to go to his marvelous Travis-ness.

Please use paypal if at all possible, as it makes things easier on Subterranean's end.

If you've put in for one of my ten-dollar copies, you're still covered, no problem. But I'm running out, so henceforth you may

Wheels and the Promise of Wheels

Ladies, gentlemen, et. al. — today I'm going to try something unprecedented (on this-here page). I'm going to run a silent auction in order to get rid of some personal items from my Stash O' Author Stuff.

"Why?" you may ask.

Well, the short version is that a friend of mine is in a bind, and I know him well enough to know that he'd rather take a fork to the eyeball than take money from anybody. So I'm not going to open my wallet and give him money. I'm going to try to raise him some money, whic

Back in the hot, sticky saddle again

I know I said I was going to try and spend a week not thinking about Dreadnought or working on it, but the more I thought about it, the more the time frame looked unreasonable. Therefore, after finishing up day-job work this afternoon, I dove right into revisions after the downtime of only a weekend. Yes, well. The best-laid plans and all that jazz.

At present, I'm about 150 pages into an almost 500 page project, and I just keep telling myself, "It doesn't have to be perfect. It only has to b

Oh God.

I think I have a Draft Zero.

Project: Dreadnought

New Words: 5329 (!!!)

Present Total Word Count: 140,167 words

Goal: 140,000 words

And I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

I think I'll go do the dishes.

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July 21, 2009

PHFactor Storefront. I met the gentleman proprietor of this establishment back at Penguicon; it turns out, he lives in Tacoma, and is exceedingly kind. He gave me the most KILLER set of goggles today, I swear to God. Go check out his wares. Solidly crafted, beautiful steampunk merch.

Weekend adventure pics. With Mark Henry's own special brand of commentary …

More weekend adventure pics. Kat Richardson also posted a photo-log of our adventures, but somehow I missed the post the first time around.

July 20, 2009

Final cover and verbage for BONESHAKER. Liz sent me this today and I did a little dance, right here in my chair. That's what it'll look like, front to back, folks. I am genuinely awed by how cool this book is turning out.

Check-ups at Elliot Bay. This morning, Spain the Cat went in for her (approximately) annual check-up. She was declared to be in such damn fine health that the vet won't even classify her as a "senior" for another year.* However, she is succumbing a bit to the ol' "middle-aged

I'm home

And I'm absolutely pooped. The trip was grand, the signing was grand, the after-shopping was grand, and the road trip there and back was also grand, if warm (the Impala doesn't have AC). But now I'm home, and I didn't take any pictures or anything, which is just as well because I'm cooking supper and unpacking and generally doing the kinds of things that are multitask enough without adding "typing coherent thoughts" into that mix.

But Richelle took pictures and posted a write-up. And I know that

today and tomorrow and the day after that

Once more, for your reminding pleasure — tomorrow I'll be visiting Salem, Oregon, with Team Seattle for a massive signing event of epic awesomeness! And no, I do not overstate the situation, thank you very much.

We're leaving this afternoon, carpooling down to Portland, shopping and goofing off, then crashing somewhere in town; and then come noon - 2:00 on Saturday, we'll be be at Escape Fiction Bookstore, 3240 Triangle Dr SE, with Devon Monk.

But between now and then, you can expect relative radi

July 16, 2009

Once more, a lead-in to the metrics: Tonight, 7:00 p.m. at the University District bookstore, Lisa Mantchev will be reading from her brand new book Eyes Like Stars. Team Seattle will be out in force, and there will be merry-making by all and sundry.

Now. Here's today's progress on the alternate-history battlefield adventure about a widowed nurse from a Confederate hospital aboard a west-bound train pulled by a Union war engine — now with military intrigue, steampunk Texas rangers, undead politic