The sun is melting the frost off the inside of the windows, the cat is complaining, and my toes are cold. And I am really starting to feel the itch to work, though divine inspiration eludes me. Something tells me today is going to be a day of staring at "Lucky Day" and maybe writing some words on it. Begin as you mean to go on, after all. So in a minute here I need to make some coffee and get in the shower.
And find something to eat. And contemplate my work for the day, though I am slow-moving this morning.
The Mongolrocco novel (untitled and unsold) is brewing in there, which is a good feeling. But I refuse to start another novel until this pile of short stories is cleaned up. Maybe I should get a shovel.
I think I need to look into picking up some nonfiction gigs. There aren't a lot of new novels on my schedule for the year (read: none, unless I get Grail done early, which would be awful nice, or unless I sell some more Promethean Age books and have a reason to write Patience and Fortitude) and I need both money and work, as both are vital to my continued well-being.
I guess I should try to find out how I would go about that.
Look for a Shadow-Unit-related announcement later today, by the way.
Revise The Sea thy Mistress
Write S2 Shadow Unit episode: "Lucky Day" (with coffeeem (started))
Revise One-Eyed Jack and The Suicide King
Shadow Unit S3
Sell some books before I starve
Write Grail (due April 15)
When they get done:
Write "Smile" (Bone Garden) (started)
Write "Snow Dragons"
Write "The Horrid Glory of its Wings"
Write "On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera."
Write the blind cave mermaid story.