The winds of change consume the land

YOU GUYS. The Graphic Audio production of Boneshaker dropped today! And it is UTTERLY BADASS.

Now you may be asking yourself, "Is this an audio book?" NOT EXACTLY. It's more like a full-scale auditory production ASSAULT OF AWESOMENESS with all the literal bells and whistles - and you should ABSOLUTELY go check it out.

Click here to check out the press release, in all its glory...OR click the shiny graphic below to visit the listing, hear a sample, and see for yourself. Or hear for yourself. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.




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Otherwise, today's been a mish-mash of errand-running and message-answering, without much else to remark it. Therefore, without further adieu I give you ... word metrics! Because it's better than nothing, eh?

Here's today's progress on my witchy art-deco horror novel about Lizzie Borden thirty years after her parents' deaths - now featuring ghosts and non-ghosts alike, anti-Catholic conspiracy nuts, supernatural political shenanigans, the mafia, and a Bonus! space-worshiping murder cult hiding behind the KKK:
Project: Chapelwood
Deadline: October 1, 2014
New words written: 1797 (acceptable)
Present total word count: 74,072



Things accomplished in fiction: Came perilously close to rehashing old times, but the Bad Old Days should probably stay back in the past.

Next up: Actually reach the storage area; go rifling through the files; maybe feed the room a secret or two, to see if it's hungry.

Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunt with dog; returned a phone call; returned several emails of importance - including one interview; painted the trim on the rear garage entry door, and thereby banished a couple of carpenter bees; weed-whacked like hell across the spot where the garden used to be, and tackled the rest of the back yard, too; gave the husband a can of paint and a brush and set him to dealing with the front garage door trim because there are yet more damn bees over there and I am too short to reach all that stuff without a ladder.

Other: Minimal cat-disruption last night. She gave me one weird yowl from the foot of the bed around 2:00 a.m., then wandered away. Hey, I'll take it. The dog, on the other hand, started whining unhappily around 9:00 a.m. - and I'd bitch about that, except (a). he never wakes us up, like, EVER, and (b). it was 9:00 a.m., so I really needed to get up anyway. I still don't know what was bothering him. He didn't seem to need a potty run or anything...just...dog reasons, I guess.

Number of fiction words so far this year: 107,465