June 17th, 2010

criminal minds diana reid crazy

just because the book is finished, that doesn't mean it's done.

My task for today is to go back and write a scene I skipped, because it involves Skjaldwulf composing poetry. Which means I have to write poetry--at least a snippet or two.

Which is Hard.

La.

But it's a draft! It's done! More or less! It has a beginning and an end and a whole lot of bracket notes that say [in the second draft, dramatize this and make it interesting].

And I'm braising celeriac for lunch. Because the doom Farm Share is come upon us.

writing new amsterdam

oh well the devil makes us sin but we like it when we're spinning, in his grip

Oh lookie! The White City has an Amazon listing!

For centuries, the White City has graced the banks of the Moskva River. But in the early years of a twentieth century not quite analogous to our own, a creature even more ancient than Moscow's fortress heart has entered its medieval walls.

In the wake of political success and personal loss, the immortal detective Don Sebastien de Ulloa has come to Moscow to choose his path amid the embers of war between England and her American colonies. Accompanied by his court--the forensic sorcerer Lady Abigail Irene and the authoress Phoebe Smith--he seeks nothing but healing and rest.

But Moscow is both jeweled and corrupt, and when you are old there is no place free of ghosts, and Sebastien is far from the most ancient thing in Russia...
I can't guarantee that that publishing date is accurate, and given how fast these small press runs sell out, I may suggest pre-ordering from the publisher. (There are also a few copies of Bone and Jewel Creatures left: this is probably the only place you will reliably still get one.)

Also, word is that this one, too, will have gorgeous unsettling Patrick Arrasmith cover art, such as that which graced the first two.
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this is how it ends

Holy cow. I'm actually going to meet my insane deadline schedule for the first six months of 2010.

I feel a little like Zenyatta in that last race. I may only do it by a neck, and it might be down to the wire, but they haven't piled enough on me to stop me yet.

Pretty freakin' close, though.

Only 20 more pages before the end of the month, and I think I might have figured out part of how to fix "Confessor" today--and if I can do that, then I can write the last 20 pages.

I might actually pull this off.