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Rare LJ-only post

I hate to do this to some of my regular "anonymous" commenters (read: people who don't have LJs, more often than not), but I've been bombarded by porn spam lately and I'm tired of deleting it but I refuse to let it stand. So please pardon the change of rules, but I'm going to disallow anonymous commenting -- though folks without LJs can always comment via openID, or simply drop me an email. My address is super-easy to find for anyone who wants it.

GIANT HINT.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and I ap

May 12, 2009

WOO what a good day it’s been thus far. Not only have I had a rockin’ writing afternoon, but I finally, finally, finally get to unmask the last of my secret projects. For behold, now it can be declared: There will, in fact, be another Wild Cards book — and it shall be a strange and wonderful police procedural called Fort Freak, and I get to contribute to it. [Click that link for details, and George’s official sentiments.:]

[:: hand flappies ::]

[:: bootydances ::]

MAN. That is a weight offa my ch

May 11, 2009

Here’s today’s progress on the 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 political separatists, murderous plots, bushwackers, bandits, sabotage, and epic scenes of mayhem:

Project: Dreadnought

New Words: 1219 (not great)

Present Total Word Count: 26,245 words

Goal: 100,000 words

Things Accomplished in Real Life: Spent over an hour and a half on the ph

Sunday Sunday Sunday

It was a good weekend, chock full of thrifting with Ellen and Psynde; then shopping and Wolverine with the husband and Caitlin (who summed up Wolverine as, “Bros before hos,” which sounds about right to me). It was a perfectly serviceable popcorn flick. Not the best thing I ever spent 90 minutes doing, but not the worst, either. I mean, let’s be honest: It couldn’t have sucked any harder than X3 if it’d been hitched to a Dyson. And the less said about Vanhelsing the better.*

Anyway. Here’s wee

there’s a crack in the mirror and a bloodstain on my bed

Now it can be told, though told briefly — as I’m in a bit of a rush. As of this morning, with the (extensive) assistance of my agent, we’ve just landed a 2-book deal with Bantam for a pair of wild-’n-crazy urban fantasies, BLOODSHOT and (tentatively) HELLBENT.

You may recall BLOODSHOT as my “adventure novel about a neurotic vampire/thief and her wealthy blind client, now with Bonus! Cuban drag queen and military intrigue.” Oh yeah. This bad-boy’s making its way into print.

[:: headbangs ::]

[:: s

May 7, 2009

Here’s recent progress on the 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 political separatists, murderous plots, bushwackers, bandits, sabotage, and epic scenes of mayhem:

Project: Dreadnought

New Words: 3388 (2-day total)

Present Total Word Count: 21,121 words

Goal: 100,000 words

Things Accomplished in Real Life: Day-job work; a little housework; some

A Brief Link Dump

SCOTUS: No Fat Chicks. Plus-sized women discouraged from serving their nation in the highest judicial offices. Funny. As far as I know, none of the previous dudes up for a nod to that merry sausage-fest were ever assessed by the circumference of their asses.

An Engineer’s Guide to Cats. Yes, I am the last person on the internet to see this and get a laugh out of it. It’s delightfully deadpan; stick around until the “cat yodeling” at the very least. And then, if the cat yodeling gave you the

Post-Convention Post

I’m exhausted and still playing catch-up, so you get the lazy-girl convention post update — which is to say, I’ve stolen a bunch of pictures from the incomparable Alethea Kontis, and I’m going to post them beneath a cut with some captions.

Click the jump for Scalzi in a pirate costume, surprise party mayhem, and Mary Robinette Kowal explaining how she’s the Macgyver of penis puppetry.

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Back.

I’m back. And I wish I were sleeping in right now, but the notice downstairs warned that today my water will be turned off from 9-4, and I really needed to brush my teeth. Seattle always knows just how to welcome me home.

So I’m not really functional yet. Still recovering from oodles of socializing, trying to clear out the email inbox, and struggling to find a pair of clean socks so I can quit picking cat litter out from my toes between now and the time I rub enough brain cells together to loca

gimme a ticket for an aeroplane

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be leaving for Penguicon in Detroit, so today is eaten up with (a). finishing up day-job work, if possible, (b). charging all phones, cameras, iPods, and mini-laptops, (c). trying to plot a wardrobe, and (d). preparing the household for my absence.*

In a few minutes, this whirlwind of activity will be interrupted by Psynde, who will be joining me for lunch. This is probably a good thing, because it will distract me from my imminent freak out over here. I like to travel, b