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December 2021



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i tell you all my secrets but i lie about my past.

Jupiter Jones here, activating the ghost-to-ghost network...

Item the first: cmpriest brings you a shinytastic new website, The Clockwork Century, for her shinytastic new steampunk project, beginning with Boneshaker, which is due out like any minute now, or this autumn, whichever comes first.

Item the second: Anticipation (the Worldcon) is having a writer's workshop this year, in which I am participating as an instructor or whatever they're calling it. Somehow, this has managed to not make it onto the website, and due to an outbreak of something-or-other (mass zombification in Montreal? Reports are sketchy) it will not be making it onto the website. However, if you are attending the Worldcon, and you want to come spend two hours having your beloved baby story picked over by cruel and heartless literary professionals who want nothing so much as to crush your spirit*, you can participate in this program by:

emailing Oz Whiston at "writers-workshop AT anticipationsf DOT ca" AFTER reading her blog post here detailing the submission process.

Item the third: there is no item the third.

So, yeah, apparently I am still plumb wore out and sleeping a lot, as I got up this morning two hours after I usually do (though not as late as yesterday) and so far have accomplished not a whole lot except playing with the dog, showering, making a pot of Russian caravan, and eating some raspberry bread and an apple.

This writing thing is exhausting, I tell you what. But that's okay, because I have delivered the book, and I'm allowed to crash for a week or two now.

Right. More animal protein and a nap, and maybe I will have the oomph to go climb something tonight.

*that would be me and/or my colleagues


You read the Three Investigators? I knew you were cool. I adored Jupiter Jones years ago, he was one of my first book crushes.

And there has to be a third item. Three question marks, three items.
I about lived on those books. So. Awesome. I want a buried camper as a clubhouse even now.

I loved Bob more than a little. *g*
The secret door in the fence is the really important part of headquarters, IMO. :)
Hey, it is increasingly likely that I too am going to be at Worldcon. We should try to grab a beer or somethin'.
There is no try.

And I would love that. Email me and I'll send you my cell #.
AFTER reading his blog post here detailing the submission process

Actually, this particular Oz is of the female variety. And a very very nice person. I'll happily introduce you to one another in Montréal.
ps. You know, I thought about that for about ninety seconds, and decided I'd never met a female Oz, so I was pretty safe assuming this was a male one.

Stupid language.
there's some universal law at play here. you never had a chance.
That's what you get for being cool. *g*
And to think I was going to transplant chard, can gooseberry sauce, make kimchi, and write another quarter of the final chapter today... Dream on.

[off to scrabble together a synopsis and select a chapter for vivisection]
I live in Montreal, how did I not know Worldcon was here this year. You'll probably see me there. :D
The workshop sounds great, except that I won't be there.
Is the GRD purple yet? (See you in Montreal if not sooner!)
Sweet! I was hoping they'd do a workshop. Sent my stories in! Thanks for the info, maybe you'll get to pick them apart :) I decided on two stories that keep getting "we like this but no" rejections, maybe the workshop will help me figure out why the "no" part :P
Apropos of absolutely nothing in this post--
I just keep starring at your icon, and it never did do a trick..... as a matter of fact, at first, I didn't even notice the post!
First, congratulations on delivering Chill. I enjoyed following you through the editing process via your Twitter stream.

Second, thank you for posting the information regarding the writer's workshops at WorldCon. I've gathered my courage together and requested a slot. You professional writer-types are pretty scary, you know!