Category Archives: Writing

Loathly

I think about folk music more than I should. I listen to a lot of it, you understand, and being me, I find myself wondering about all the bits around the edges—did Lord Donald marry again? Who was tithed to hell instead of young Tam-Lin? Did William Taylor’s bride have anything to say when his […]

Not dead!

I’m not dead! Really! The Hugo nomination did not kill me! It’s just been a whirl of trying to get crap done, murderous allergies, appalling taxes—I owed more than my CAR cost! And when did the state suddenly turn into a starving wolverine?—and more trying to get crap done. I’m in the death march stage […]

Life is Good

Today I hammered out most of a script upon my agent’s request. It is eighty pages, aimed for 5-7 year olds, required multiple cups of coffee, and at one point features a small sheep standing in a Viking longboat screaming “Valhalla, I am coming!” Even if it doesn’t sell, the fact that this is my […]

Not dead!

I’m not dead! Just busy. Actually, that’s a total lie. I am not busy. I am between busy-nesses, I have handed everything in early and waiting on editors and art directors, and so I am playing a lot of Skyrim….mmm….Skyrim….which is significant in having more cabbages per capita than any fantasy game ever made*, and […]

Often Wrong

So I’m working on yet another story, and I’m not gonna give you any details, for fear of jinxing it, but it’s…flowing, in that terrifying way that some stories do, where you go to jot down a line and it picks you up and throws you down and the line turns into 1200 words without […]

NaNoFiMo

Final NaNoFiMo total—33200, or thereabouts. Not nearly the wordcount of a NaNoWriMo, but I finished two books under contract and stuck words on a couple of other projects, so it was generally a very productive month. Despite the constant harping that writers sit down and write every single day, I will confess to you that […]