August 5th, 2008

sf sapphire and steel kiss (darkness)

there's a lot of things in this world son, you're going to have absolutely no use for

1500 or so words on "The Tricks of London" today and tonight, with a couple of intermittent breaks to do things like cook some meatloaf. It feels like a long time since I've had a respectable wordcount, and okay, you know, we muddle through even when the juice isn't flowing; that's part of what the job is about. Sure, the world is full of writers for whom six pages is a couple hours' work. But I am not usually one of them.

Still, it's nice to get some formal work done. Nothing else really feels like work the way getting words on paper does. Even though rather a lot of it is work.

So now I have about 2/7 of this story, give or take, and I guess that means I really have to figure out what it's got going for it, other than a starstruck Detective Sergeant and a transparent Jack the Ripper riff. Which means back-burnering it to cook a little. But it's started, and started is better than not started, and I admit I really like DS Cuan a lot. But that's, well, not a plot. Silly plots.

It was also weird not climbing tonight. We'll see how the Week Off goes. I should try to drag myself out of bed early enough to get a run in tomorrow, which means I should be in bed now.

Yeah, I can see that's working out well.

Okay, allez-oop. Come on, little stories. Gestate in my brain, dears. You need to hurry and get big so I can write you and make you real.

And until that happens, back to the regime of packing my brain with interesting source material. Even if I am feeling rather some guilt at how few words I've gotten on paper this calender year, the fact of the matter is that creative work requires fallow periods and recovery time, if one is going to amount to anything in the long run.
writing rengeek stratford man

ink and steel and hell and earth. ink and steel and hell and earth, oh my!

Launch day!

It's a great day to buy a book. Or, you know, two.

It's publication day for Hell & Earth, which is of course the second half of the duology started in Ink & Steel. These are books 3 & 4 in the Promethean Age not-a-series, but in keeping with the theme of that series, they stand alone, and may be read alone. (And, actually, they happen four-hundred-odd years before the other two books, because I still suck at linear.)


(You can read about them here.)

(And click the thumbnails for bigger cover art. Yes, the Mebd is quite smug that she finally got a book cover.)

Publishers Weekly says, in part:

...Campbell-winner Bear proves again that she can fill a stage as well as any Elizabethan playwright, entwining tragedies of betrayal and blood-soaked revenge with country pastoral and domestic comedy.

Come on, doesn't that sound like fun? May I add: enchantments vile and beauteous, swordfights, bear-baiting, pratfalls, romance, espionage, durance vile, and sexy people in beautiful clothes! Blood, love, and rhetoric! Extremely dirty puns!

Also, a very snarky former angel with a complicated agenda.


55 miles to Lothlorien. This is harder without the wizard.