December 7th, 2009

hustle micket con is on

this is where the math gets very fuzzy

20090406 002Blogging from under the dog this morning, as he declares it COLD. Just about to get started on hacking together a coherent narrative in the third of Grail I have written, day six thousand. Today needs to be a productive sort of a day.

Poor dog. His zombie soccer ball is frozen, which means it's not nice to pick up and carry. I took pity on him and brought it into the house to thaw. Which means there's a zombie soccer ball melting by the kitchen door, but what are you gonna do?

He would like me to turn off the cold please. There was a great deal of jumping and NO!s this morning at 6:45 AM when we were outside trying to convince him that yes, he really does have to go pee outside even when it's cold. Can't wait for January.

My eyes are not working well today: everything is blurry and itchy. I am not in love with this situation, but what cannot be cured must be endured.

Today's tea mug: "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me"
Today's tea: just gunpowder green. I was feeling uninspired.
Today's morning temperature: 24 degrees

All right, coffee break over, back on your heads.
writing rengeek stratford man

your vampire mirrors face to face

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Well, the MMPB of Hell and Earth is in the house, which means that it should be available in bookstores Any Minute Now. Or possibly tomorrow. The official Book Day was November 30th, which I think I managed to miss because it was supposed to be out in January and I hadn't heard that the pub date changed. (The glamorous life of the writer, right there.)

So there it is,the Promethean Age, complete as it is ever likely to be, available in mass market paperback for the time being, at least. Perfect for holiday gift-giving! And hey, no telling how long it will stay in print. Might as well buy the lot now. ;-)

Seriously, I think these two books--Ink and Steel and Hell and Earth, collectively known as The Stratford Man, are probably my best work. They're certainly my most ambitious, and I still get a little frisson every time I handle a copy. I love this duology so much.

While we're talking about changes in publication dates, by the way, Tor informs me that The Sea thy Mistress is being pushed back to December of next year. Which is probably a more advantageous date for me (holiday and library sales!) but means you guys have to wait an extra month and a half or so for it. I am very sorry; it wasn't my decision.

By the way, if you were curious, here's the complete brag shelf in all its glory:

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I even dusted it for you.
writing dust rengeek shakespeare

it's about alice. and the restaurant.


Lap desk dog.

Yes, that is a lavender unicorn he's snuggling with.

2259 words on Grail, resulting in a total Microsoft wordcount of 25,500, or 127 pages in manuscript format. One quarter of a book, according to Microsoft, or--according to the manuscript count, nearly a third of a book. Man, we might get through this thing after all.

127 / 400 pages. 32% done!

tyop du jour: "martian tradition"


Now I've got to put some things in envelopes and maybe go to the post office, though that might get put off until tomorrow.

don't tell me the world is in trouble. do you want to dance with me?

I got my mojo back today. Two 5.8s, two 5.7s (one new and mucho overhung), a 5.6 I am using to practice my footwork on, and a 5.5 on the slab, because my arms were too damned tired for anything else after the overhang.

Wednesday, if the mojo sticks, I am going to try my first route on what we refer to as the Sky Wall, which is mondo overhung for twenty-five feet and then has a five-foot vertical and then has a five-foot roof and then has another ten feet of vertical.

Yeah, I don't have a lot of faith that this will happen, but you never know until you try. It's an easy route with big juggy holds, but the physicality of the wall is brutal, for lo, I am a fat girl, and hauling about a hundred pounds more up the wall than my roomie does.