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books happen

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Lookit! Just as I was saying that I was coming to the end of the deadline crunch, and thinking about how glorious it would be to read new stuff, I caught up with a friend for dinner the other night and she leant me: It is all part of her ploy to bring me to […]

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i'm actually craving vegetables now

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Ugh. For the past … week? has it only been a week? … I've been pulling in 15-16 hour days, between the dayjob and the edits, and the few hours left over afterwards are for scarfing down some trans-fats and/or melted cheese, commuting, and nowhere near enough sleep. I tell you, I am not built […]

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this time, it will be different

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Well! Christmas — and 2009 — is officially over and done with. I won't say I've emerged entirely unscathed, but I and my family appear to have the correct number of functioning limbs and vital organs apiece, and my incipient lunacy has progressed slower than anticipated. I'm counting it as a win. Mostly, in between […]

clan life

news from the trenches

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First, the administrivia: I have been a most efficient and dedicated authorly creature and mailed out the giveaway books. They went out in the afternoon post of Monday 21 December (my time). So, winners, eyes on your mail boxes, and please to be ooh'ing and aah'ing over the pretty when it arrives, 'kay? 'kay. I […]

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who puts a christmas party on a thursday, anyway?

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So you know what I did, carrying that decidedly not-large-by-fantasy-novel-standards manuscript home on Monday? Yup: I wrenched my back, bad enough to spend the next day rather sparky and blurry-eyed courtesy of nurofen. Writing! It's DANGEROUS, people. Thanks to christmas shenanigans courtesy of the dayjob, I haven't managed to spend as much time as I'd […]

shadow bound

cover me: i'm going in

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I've just come from catching up with my A&U editor, who said so many lovely things about my writing that my ego is currently too large to fit inside my rather humble apartment and is consequently perched on the rooftop throwing stones at passersby and singing bawdy songs at the top of its metaphorical lungs. […]