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Mar. 3rd, 2015

writing semicolon

most of the weight he gained was in his eyes



It's Old Venus book day!
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loose tea for loose women

me and you and a dog named boo

Give us this day our daily Giant Ridiculous Dog.

Mar. 1st, 2015

writing new amsterdam

there ain't no cure for love

I'll be doing a Google Hangout live reading to support the Pixel Project against domestic violence on Saturday at 8:30 pm EST. You can come join us over here.

Also, there's only three days left in this Humble Bundle, which includes a lot of amazing books by amazing people, including my New Amsterdam.

I'm trying to find my ambition to do a little writing this afternoon, but I think the terrifying to-read pile may be winning.

Feb. 27th, 2015

criminal minds elle lucky

oh i believe in yesterday

I'm doing a live reading on Google Hangouts at 8 pm March 7th to support the Pixel Project against domestic violence! You can support it here.

Feb. 25th, 2015

muppetology kermit yay! _ sgreer

the storyteller's magic doesn't lie. to make you laugh. to make you cry.

It's this year's Suvudu Cage Match! And I... may have written one of the round one fights.

Ahem.

Also, New Amsterdam is now part of the current Humble Bundle! This round's charity is Worldbuilders. Pick up a copy and support it (and me) here! DRM free, pay what you want for the basic bundle, and $15 gets you $123 worth of books by authors including Connie Willis, Joe Lansdale, Ted Chiang, Caitlin Kiernan, Tim Powers, K.J. Parker, Cherie Priest, John Scalzi--oh, just go look; it's pretty cool.

Feb. 24th, 2015

spies avengers steed and peel needed

not like that, oh no. not so black and white.

4280 words today, to finish a draft of "En Libres."

An epic fantasy short story revolving around the protagonists's desire to finish their dissertations and collect their Ph.Ds, starring a postgrad centaur alchemist and a postgrad botanical thaumaturge.

Now I get Thai food, as my reward for virtue. And I get to goof off tonight. 

I've already written six pieces of short fiction in 2015, which is as many as I managed in all of 2014.

Maybe something came unstuck?

Also, I'm being funny this year.

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sf doctor who meant to be?

she said you came and took your stuff away

Old Venus comes out on Tuesday.

Old Venus is not your father's retro-futurism. It's the Venus of the pulps, yes, but imagined as if that Venus--swampy, syrupy, paleolithic--had turned out to be real. Something that the evolved science fiction of today could still sink its teeth into. It's a fun, playful, thoughtful anthology including stories by writers ranging from Tobias S. Buckell to Joe Haldeman.



It's netting great reviews, too. (You can read some of the Usual Suspects at that Barnes and Noble link, and here's Russell Letson's take.)

Seriously, this is awesome and you want it.

And now, to try to screw my sick head on and finish this library story.

Feb. 23rd, 2015

spies sandbaggers sense of occasion

(no subject)

Things accomplished today include being sick; revising the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse story, which is now called "Margin of Survival" and is officially the most depressing thing I have ever written; working on the library story, which is now called "En Libres" and needs two more scenes to be done; and... something. I'm sure I did something. Oh, I swept, which was desperately needed.

Now I'm going to watch last week's Agent Carter and be sick some more. 

I'm tired of being sick now. It can end.

Feb. 22nd, 2015

ace the wonder dog

the tears of an angel. the tears of a dove.

This dog is inverted.

phil ochs troubador

they move so smooth but have no answers

The storm is over and the sun came out. Everything is melting, only to freeze again soon. More snow in the forecast. I'll be very surprised if we don't break the record this winter. We're less than seven inches from it now. And that's all since the last week of January.

We have, dear readers, been getting thumped.

But I am having a very good day. For example, I just sold "The Bone War" to F&SF. It's the first fiction I've ever sold to that market! (I did sell them a poem in 2002. It was one of my first pro sales.)

ETA "The Bone War" is an Eternal Sky story set in Messaline between Book of Iron and </i>Bone and Jewel Creatures</i>, and involving Bijou, Brazen, and a rather... large... commission. /ETA

Yesterday I got almost eight pages on "And the Balance in Blood," which has been stalled for a month while I figured out how the hell it ended.  And today I wrote another four pages and finished it. It's done!

Okay, it's a draft. But it's done in draft at least. Here is some Proof of Tea and Writing!

Yesterday:



Tea: An Upton Darjeeling.
Teacup: Blue and white Chinese

Today:



Dog: snoring away the winter
Tea: Still the same Darjeeling
Teacup: The turquoise frankencup.

Oh, and I bought a new car. The Honda is old enough to vote, and just not up to the road conditions we're suffering in the hills of Massachusetts these days, so I'm looking to rehome it with a loving high school student or something. So last week that boy I like and I took ourselves down to a Subaru dealership and, you know, two days of our lives later we came away with a Crosstrek.

I love it to death already. And the fact that we got another six inches of snow last night is a contributing factor.

It syncs with my phone. I'm just saying.

And there's cover art for An Apprentice to Elves!



(I also got mugged by two pages of a novel I'm totally not writing because I am writing other things now. Ahem. They were good pages, though.)

I need a title for the Library Story. That--and revisions on the Worldspinner project--are next in the queue.

La.

Feb. 19th, 2015

sf farscape d&#39;argo&#39;s your daddy

and we will hang on with our teeth

My Tucson Festival of Books schedule!

Saturday:
10-11am
 Panel: the Next Big Thing

11-11:30 signing

 

Sunday:

2:30-3:30pm Panel: Revenge of the Flying Car

3:30-4 signing

4-5pm Panel: Aim to Misbehave

5-5:30 signing


I have the post-Boskone crud, just like everybody else. But I also managed to get my taxes done, buy a new car (It's my first actual bourgoisie car with a car payment in my entire lifetime: it's a Subaru Crosstrek and I get to pick it up tomorrow), and do a whole bunch of adulting, such as the annual over-forty irradiation and answering some interview questions and getting a whole bunch of stuff set to mail.

INBOX ZERO LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING SORCERER.

Now I have to fold the laundry I've been ignoring for three days.

daffodils

she won't buy you a mockingbird. she's incapable.

You guys, I just invented the best dessert. It's so good I forgot to take a picture before I mostly ated it.



You will need:

a single-serving cup of blackberry Greek yogurt
an equal quantiity of plain Greek yogurt or skyr
a one-cup package of blackberries or one cup frozen blackberries
creme de cassis, Chambord, Creme Yvette or something like that
a sugarbowl with sugar in it that you stuck a vanilla bean in some time time ago, or some plain sugar and some vanilla extract
really good dark bittersweet chocolate chips or curls

Two pretty teacups or small bowls that hold about eight ounces.

Two spoons

A microwave-safe bowl, and a mixing bowl. They can be the same bowl if you work in stages.


Procedure:

Mix together the yogurts and spoon half into each teacup or whatever. Then put the blackberries into the bowl and microwave them for a minute or so, just until they ooze and get squishy and warm. If you have two bowls, you can start this before you mix the yogurts. Mix in the vanilla sugar, or sugar and vanilla.

Drizzle a teaspoon or so of liqueur over each cup of yogurt.

Spoon the blackberries over each yogurt. Dot with chocolate chips while still warm enough that they melt. Eat and wish there were more.
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Feb. 17th, 2015

rengeek superbard! _ strangepowers

you knew nothing of unconditional love

Karen Memory has gone back for a third printing, An Apprentice to Elves is finally delivered, and I am celebrating by doing my taxes.

I have found all the paperwork, downloaded all the credit card statements, and made the tea. To valour and victory! ONWARD!

Feb. 12th, 2015

criminal minds bad shirt brigade

and closer to the truth, than the kettle to the stove,

and the moment that I noticed that I didn't want to know

Item: Man, cortisone shots are kind of magic.

Item: Hey! I'm signing at Pandemonium Books at Central Square in Cambridge, MA tonight along with Scott Lynch and Special Guest Reschedule Charlie Stross, who got snowed out on Tuesday.

Also, all three of us will be at Boskone this weekend! You should come! Here's my schedule!

The Author on the Flying Trapeze

Friday 16:00 - 16:50, Burroughs (Westin)

Research tips for fainthearted and fearless writers from panelists who've tried falconry, caving, rock climbing, and flying trapeze, cooked space food, been tattooed, and gone behind-the-scenes at Cirque du Soleil for their novels. They'll share stories and research strategies, including advice for introverts about interviewing experts. How do you handle the ethics and logistics of experiential research?

E. C. Ambrose (M), Vincent O'Neil, Jill Shultz, Allen M. Steele, Elizabeth Bear


Dated Science Fiction

Friday 21:00 - 21:50, Harbor II (Westin)

With the rapid advancement of science, the science within science fiction can get dated quickly. What SF works use science that has passed its expiration date, or at least reads as irretrievably retro? What books have stood the test of time, science-wise? How did they do that?

David G. Hartwell (M), Elizabeth Bear, Felicitas Ivey, Steven Sawicki, Michael Swanwick, Alexander Jablokov



Autographing: Elizabeth Bear. Susan Jane Bigelow, James Cambias, Andrea Hairston

Saturday 11:00 - 11:50, Galleria-Autographing (Westin)

Elizabeth Bear, Susan Jane Bigelow, James Cambias, Andrea Hairston


The Do's and Don'ts of Do-Overs: The Art of Fairytale Retellings

Saturday 13:00 - 13:50, Harbor II (Westin)

The mainstream and science fiction communities seem to think they invented retellings, and have christened them "reboots," but the retelling of fairytales is a time-honored tradition. Think about the rainbow of Fairy Books to start with, and Robin McKinley has rebooted Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, and her namesake, Robin Hood. Or consider radical retellings like Gregory Maguire's Wicked. What can you change for an acceptable retelling? What must you change? What makes a good retelling of a fairytale?

Elizabeth Bear (M), Elizabeth Hand, Peadar Ó Guilín, Jane Yolen, Theodora Goss


Kaffeeklatsch: Elizabeth Bear and Scott Lynch

Saturday 15:00 - 15:50, Galleria-Kaffeeklatsch 1 (Westin)

Elizabeth Bear, Scott Lynch


Reading: Elizabeth Bear

Sunday 10:30 - 10:55, Griffin (Westin)

Elizabeth Bear



Noir & Moral Ambiguity in SF

Sunday 12:00 - 12:50, Marina 3 (Westin)

Noir is a shadowy staple of the futuristic crime tale, emphasizing moral conflict, dark themes, and sexual tension. Films like Blade Runner and Dark City, as well as books like Gibson's Neuromancer and Lethem's Gun, with Occasional Music are gloomy, gritty dramas that demand attention despite our instinct to turn away. Why do they work so well? Panelists discuss some of their favorite future-noir stories, novels, and films.

James Patrick Kelly (M), Laird Barron, Elizabeth Bear, Leigh Perry, Thomas Sweterlitsch, Patrick Nielsen Hayden



Finding Yourself in Story

Sunday 13:00 - 13:50, Harbor II (Westin)

We’ve all encountered fiction it’s hard to forget, but has any piece of literature ever had an actually profound effect on you? Let’s try to go beyond the usual discussion of “most unforgettable moment.” What fictional scene or work has guided you to a decision, sparked a self-realization, lead to an epiphany, or provoked a change in the course of your life? We’ll talk about the stories that truly moved us.

Steven Popkes (M), Elizabeth Bear, David Anthony Durham, Jo Walton, Paul Di Filippo

Feb. 10th, 2015

evile overbear

that's why I turned to art, that's how you got to jail

And then I finished the bard trolling story, which is now known as "The Wrong Story," because everybody's life needs a little Sondheim homage.

1362 words today. Tomorrow, I have to edit the sargasso lighthouse story, and find a title for it. And I also get to pick up that boy I like at the airport. I haven't seen him since November and I cannot wait.

The snow is now deeper than my dog.

Tea today: more genmaicha
Teacup today: Snowdrops



Now I'm gonna go lift (it's deadlift day!) and do a tabata class. Because exercise is good for us!  
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Feb. 9th, 2015

new england bare trees winter manchester

every night, every night is just the same.

I wrote close to 6000 words today. I finished a draft of the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse story, which is due Thursday and still needs a title, and I also did all the structural stuff on a piece that's been languishing for a year, which is the bard trolling story. Now it just needs the actual humorous bits.

I'm writing a lot of witty stories lately. But the sargasso lighthouse apocalypse is not that. It is SAD with a SADNESS. I was aiming for lighthearted buddy caper. I seem to have inverted the goal.

I did absolutely nothing else, except shovel the steps and eat some lunch.

Now I'm going to go exercise while I watch Agent Carter. My god, I'm tired.

There was tea. It was Upton genmaicha in the roseconfetti teacup, and I'm too tired to upload a photo.

"That day, Mr Earbrass wrote for so long and so hard that when he stopped he felt rather sick." Yes, I'm misquoting. I'm also too tired to go look it up.
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Feb. 8th, 2015

literature charlotte some spider

there's a hole in my head where the rain comes in

Just for your reference, this is what we have on the ground for snow currently, before the major dump from Snowzilla tonight and tomorrow.

The GRD is 27" at the shoulder and weighs 94 pounds. For comparison's sake.

I apologize for the blurriness. It's dark out there!



Feb. 7th, 2015

sf star trek horta/spock

they call me big mama 'cause i weigh three hundred pounds

Hey, look what came in the mail! It's a copy of Old Venus, edited by George R.R. Martin and Gardner Dozois. This awesome anthology is a followup to last year's Old Mars, and it's made of Eleanor Arnason, David Brin, Tobias S. Buckell, Michael Cassutt, Joe Haldeman, Matthew Hughes, Gwyneth Jones, Joe R. Landsdale, Stephen Leigh, Paul McAuley, Ian McDOnald, Garth Nyx, Mike Resnick, Allen M. Steele, Lavie Tidhar, and meeeeee.

Yeah, I'll never be over typing lists like that.



(Tea today: Stash Sunny Orange Ginger
Teacup today: Still White Nile, but I might change later.)

Old Venus goes on sale March 3rd, but you can pre-order now. As you can probably guess, it's tales of a classic SF swampy Venus, reimagined through a modern lens. I chose to do my story, "The Heart's Filthy Lesson," as if the Venera probes had borne out a living Venus with a rich atmosphere, but with as much reinforcing actual modern science as possible otherwise.

(The art that's serving as my desktop is copyright Dan Zollinger--it's the banner for my Gotham Jazz Storium world.)

And now, before I go off to the gym to run on the treadmill, because I'm being a wimp about the snow, some pretty pictures of sunrise yesterday:





And the verrrry impressive icicles at my vet:



Now, to exercise, and then I have more guest blogging and interview questions to do, and a plot problem to solve so I can finish this post-apocalyptic sargasso lighthouse story tomorrow.

Feb. 5th, 2015

rengeek kit &amp; tilda lucifer/gabriel

we save no souls. we break no promises.

First, --30--. I just finished the rough draft of the robot termite story. Which means tomorrow I work on the sargasso lighthouse story, and also that I can start on the final revisions for An Apprentice to Elves, which truepenny just sent over to me with her changes. After lunch. And shoveling. We have always lived in the shoveling.

I've been thinking a lot about stereotypes and representation lately, what with Black History Month, and with seeing the banner art for Gotham Jazz, and Karen Memory entering the world, and various discussions going on elseinternets. And I've been thinking about representation of historically marginalized groups, and how they--we--tend to continue to be shuffled to the side of stories. Not just cast in supporting roles, but cast in the same, passive, extremely limited supporting roles.

Some of it is, I suspect, because we are presented in media with a world that is extremely whitewashed, masculinized, de-queered. People who are not white able-bodied kink-free hetero cismales exist in a marked state in Western media. We're liminal, and in media where we start to approach anything like the saturation we have in the real world, it looks like we're taking over.

You get this in professional groups, too. Many people start feeling as if a space is feminized when it reaches, oh, 30% female. That's less than one in three, just to reinforce the point.

I hear a lot of my colleagues saying that they write stories in settings that don't have roles for women, people of color, queer people. This, of course, ignores the fact that we liminal folks have been existing in non-liminal spaces since people started to choose up sides and wear armbands based on race, creed, color, gender identity, and sexual identity. We've been erased from those narratives, largely, or at best footnoted.

But if you tell me that you can't write a World War II spy thriller with gay characters, or women, or people of color--I'm going to have to assume that your research is pretty surfacy in order to have missed Alan Turing and Noor Inayat Khan. If you're going to tell me you can't have a black gunfighter in the American old West, I'm going to wonder why you haven't heard of Bass Reeves.

The thing is, people who are not the default, who exist in that marked liminal state, deserve to have stories told about us. We deserve to have stories told about us which are not strictly about the ways in which we are not the default, too! (Old joke about the Gay Agenda, which involves Bowling Night and PTA Potluck.) Which is not to say that such fiction can't acknowledge the challenges of the marginalized, but our challenges are not our lives.

And I've certainly learned that with a little creativity, with a little stepping outside the stereotype and the default, history and the real world--not to mention completely made-up fantasy realms!--are full of unexpected places for historically liminal characters to make very fine protagonists. Like, oh, medieval women--as in the work of Sara Douglass--or enslaved Americans, as in Solomon Northup's Twelve Years A Slave.

Which isn't even fiction.

This has the added benefit of telling stories that are a little less played out, incidentally.

tl;dr: Yes, Virginia. Oppressed peoples still have agency.

And there's no earthly goddamn reason why it's any harder for a white man to see himself in a black woman character--for that black woman character to serve as an audience identification character for a wide range of readers--than the reverse, except that she's been taught to do it since birth, and he's been told he doesn't have to.
writing sf starwars wookiee stet

i'm out of my hed. please hurry or i may be dead.

Book week continues!

I'm in this week's Mind Meld over at SF Signal, talking about gaming influence on fiction and verse vica.

Karen's getting piles of fabulous reviews. You can check out the ones I've found over here at my Pinterest brag page.

Also, a Big Idea over here, and a guest blog at Charlie's Diary over here.

Here's my Goodreads article on some of my favorite Steampunk works. Here's a guest blog at D. Franklin's place on Strong Female Characters. Here's one at Aidan Moher's place on prostitute stereotypes. Here's an interview at Suvudu. Here I am interviewed by Fran Wilde at SF Signal.

...I forgot something, I know.

In the mean time, check out this gorgeous banner art by the inimitable Dan Zollinger for my Gotham Jazz world for the Storium roleplaying engine (still in gamma, but coming RSN!). (Click image to ennoirify at a higher pixel density!)




And then, have a nice cup of tea.



(I'm still drinking out of the White Nile cup, because it has an appealingly wintry color scheme that matches the  light and heavy snow outside, and what's in it is a second steeping of the Stash Portland blend.)

Now I have blogged dutifully, and I must

Feb. 4th, 2015

froud magician

whips, chains, whistles, dildos, and a book.

So I flew down to Galveston to run in the Galveston half-marathon with stillsostrange on Sunday, and also to do Writer Things and confab with her and several other colleagues about Writer Stuff. Many plots were discussed.

On the way down, I caught this amazing triple rainbow over Chicago:



This is what the sky over Galveston looked like at sunset on January 31st:



The day of the race was supposed to be rainy, but instead it was mostly quite sunny, and around 70 degrees. Which is a little on the hot side when you are running 13 miles.

These are our before faces:



And this is the view of the beach along the race course:

 


Doesn't look quite real, does it? The water and sky were the most amazing hazy agate colors. Absolutely breathtaking in a subtle sort of way. We ran through several old Victorian neighborhoods too, and the houses were lovely. A half-marathon is a great way to tourist!

And these are our "after" faces:



Yeah, it got hot. We were delighted to find a kind guy handing out handfuls of ice to runners at the 11 mile mark. We filled up our hats, and it was a serious relief.

Then I came home to this:



...got some snow.

Here's some tea! Before I left, I was drinking from the Royal Albert morning glories:



And the tea on Thursday was Constant Comment. Because I like it, and I'm not too much of a tea snob to say so.

Today, I lifted--I'm starting a new powerlifting program, and I'm getting serious about the self-discipline, because honestly that half marathon was a LOT harder than such a flat course needed to be, and all my clothes seem to have shrunk--and grocery shopped, and cleaned the kitchen, and made dinner for the house. And then I wrote a bunch of words on the micro robot story, which still has no title but which I think I will finish tomorrow.

Today's first pot of tea was Stash's Portland blend, and the second pot was Stash's Wedding Tea. I have a new teacup! It's a Royal Doulton pattern called White Nile, and though it's not eggshell-amazing translucent like my other Royal Doulton cup, it's very understated and pretty.



Now I'm going to practice some guitar and read for a while before bed.

But before I go--for your delectation, a selection of Galveston signage! Texas never disappoints.



Cthulhu runs a restaurant. Sorry it's blurry, but there's an octopus with an Illuminati eye on that sign, and the text below OLYMPIA GRILL reads, "Since 1500 B.C."

...all right then.

Then there was this one:



You don't say.

writing leri loki

i do it because the world owes me nothing and we owe each other the world.

Wheeee! Gollancz has posted the UK covers for the Wetwired (Jenny Casey) books, and that means I get to show them to you now.

The UK editions are out in April in ebook. These are the author's preferred editions, with some problems fixed. 

Print editions if sales warrant, so you know what to do.

Feb. 3rd, 2015

bad girls marlene make my day

now i'm ready to close my eyes. now i'm ready to close my mind.

Jason Heller reviews Karen Memory at NPR Books, and has very nice things indeed to say about it.

Career highlight, RIGHT THERE.


 

hustle mickey hustle

some people go to the tavern. some people go to the church.

It's Karen Memory book day!

*Oils up the shiny hype machine.* *Brings it to pressure.* *Checks that all gears are functional.*

So I wrote this book, see?



It's a steampunk adventure set in a fictional city in the Pacific Northwest during the Alaskan Gold Rush.

It stars a young woman who goes by the house name of Prairie Dove, which should give you an idea what she does for a living. She's kind of a badass, and she has badass friends. But rather than natter on about it, I'm going to give you a link to an excerpt!

And my Big Idea post on the subject.

And a post over at Aidan Moher's A Dribble of Ink on the subject of Soiled Doves and stereotypes.

Karen Memory can be purchased at Barnes and Noble, Amazon (Kindle), Amazon, and at your preferred local or online retailer. (Or they can order it for you.) The ebook is available through Kobo and the rest of the usual suspects.

There will be an audiobook from Recorded Books, which should be available soon!

Karen Memory has been getting fantastic reviews, including a starred review from Library Journal. It's #6 in the Kindle store for Steampunk this morning, and I've promised to humiliate myself on the internet if it goes to #1.

It's a book and I'm thrilled!

 

writing goddamned verbs slithytove

i ain't a bad man, but i know i ain't good

Because it came up....

Everybody has a pet peeve, and mine is lie/lay errors. It is the one grammatical error that completely makes me rock and keen. (I have a nauseous/nauseated issue, but I've accepted in my heart that it's a losing fight and nauseous has shifted meaning. And I'm on the wrong side of peruse usage. Alas.*)

I am incapable of taking seriously any wonderful sentiments or brilliant thoughts surrounding a lie/lay error.

And apparently it's taught like shit, because it's really not hard.

Lay requires an object. Lie does not.

The past tense of lie is lay. The past tense of lay is laid.

Which is why you can lay your lover, but you cannot lie them.

And which is also why "I lay me down" is correct, but without the 'me' you must say, "I lie down."

"I laid me down," is proper in past tense; "I lay down," without the object.

If that doesn't help? Just remember that Clapton and Dylan both fuck it up.**




*NB: really, I'm a descriptivist, not a prescriptivist, and I know that a correct usage is anything a native speaker of the language does. But nonstandard use of lay just... flames. Flames on the side of my face.

**It's for the assonance. I know.

Feb. 2nd, 2015

writing karen memory

protect your data while you may. everything's on fire.

It's past midnight Eastern Standard Time.

Karen Memory is a real thing now. I hope you enjoy getting to know her as much as I did.

It's a funny feeling. Like a great fwoosh of anticipations being realized.

Go have a good life, little book. Be brave. Be useful.
criminal minds morgan garcia gotcha

i've seen ugliness. now show me something pretty.

As I write this, Karen Memory is the #12 steampunk book on Amazon. I learned this morning that it's already been sent back for a rush reprint. because the first run sold out, and honestly, I'd love for Karen to be the #1 steampunk book on Amazon. So if you are an Amazon shopper, and you were planning on buying the book anyway,

If you are not an Amazon shopper and you want to read Karen Memory, please do order it through your library, preferred online retailer, or--best of all!--local retailer!

It formally goes on sale tomorrow, though there are scattered reports of it being on some bookstore shelves already.



You can read an excerpt here.

Yesterday I also learned that I had four things on the Locus recommended reading list for 2014.

Those four things are The Steles of the Sky, "The Hand is Quicker," "Covenant," and "This Chance Planet."

truepenny's glorious The Goblin Emperor is on there, too, and scott_lynch's delightful "A Year and a Day in Old Theradane."

And a lot of other really awesome stuff as well.

And stillsostrange and I ran 13.1 miles in Galveston yesterday, and then went out dancing last night with Austin friends.

Jan. 30th, 2015

criminal minds prentiss reid hold my gun

if i left behind my old life it's because i didn't want it back

and if i lied i did it solely to keep the rhyme intact.

I'm over at Charlie Stross's site, having a guestblog cow about that viral archery video that's going around. 

I'm also on an airplane completely full of Pats fans, on my way to Texas, where stillsostrange and I will be running in the Galveston half marathon... for which I am completely underprepared. La!

Jan. 27th, 2015

genuine risk

now they're huddled in the brakelights of a '58 bel aire listening to how romeo killed a sheriff wit

It's book day and blizzard day, and so many other things!

I've gotten peeks at the upcoming UK covers for the Wetwired and Jacob's Ladder books, and I can't WAIT to show you guys. (YOU GUYS YOU GUYS).

Covers for Carnival and Undertow will eventually join them, and then I can show everybody!  



It's book day! No, not Karen Memory. The trade paperback of Shattered Pillars is out today!

Jan. 26th, 2015

writing karen memory

she said she'd stick around until the bandages came off







Look what the UPS ninjas done drug in! (Along with my new winter jacket, which will come in handy tomorrow, let me tell you.)

Well, this makes for a very nice snowpocalypse indeed.

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