The thing about second novels is, you just gotta keep writing. Through the doubts, the fears, the uncertainty. Through the change in practice and routine (such as deciding that you must, suddenly, conform with the rest of the world and, if not have an outline before you start, at least write in something approaching sequence). […]
My brother's daughter arrived at 15:something yesterday. I think 15:10 or thereabouts. My brother said it's okay if I call her Snorgle.1 I had the day off from the dayjob today, and was looking forward to gathering up and corralling a slew of words on the page. No such luck, unfortunately. The going was slowslowslow, […]
The thing with public holidays is that the whole world is home on a Monday1. This is a problem because I am possessive and easily thrown off-course, and Monday is my Sunday, and I've grown rather used to having a Sunday wherein everyone else is working and I get the world to myself. Not to […]
First, a kjitten update — Max and Hakuna are six months old now. Can you tell they're brothers? "Little" Max is now 4kg, and I think it's the densest 4kg I've ever owned. Today's word-rep would be about the sparring crows. Did you know men in black tunics practicing their swordplay (or whatever weapon I […]
Max woke me this morning staaaaahrving and demanding breakfast. (For reference, it was 7:20. I normally feed him at 7:00. Clearly, he was suffering.) I staggered upright and upstairs and discovered, lo and behold, he'd actually already been fed a hearty meal. 'S just that he thought it wasn't quite enough, and maybe I could […]
In case you read my blog but don't read hers: Elizabeth Bear on the difference between 'flawed' and 'broken'.