Insert Catchy Title Here!

My internet access last night was as slow as an exhausted sloth slogging through mud with kettleballs chained to its ankles, and writing on the computer in any position — sitting, standing, reclining, whatever — was distractingly uncomfortable. Thus I spent some hours stretched out across the bed to write by hand while the hip discomfort receded to an ignorable dull ache.

Excellent forward progress was made on Breath of Stone, the sequel to Sand of Bone. Considering I cut thousands of words with a fell swoop not too long ago, I’m pleased to have gained ground once again. Best of all, the collection of chapters that actively fought to escape the rules of a timeline are now behaving properly. I’ll still need to do some trimming of edges here and there, but no characters now need teleportation to arrive at their proper plot-required destinations.

I’m closing in on the sprint. I can feel that sense of urgency coming—the sudden clarity that happens when I can hold the entire plot in my head while, at the same time, focusing on an individual scene. By the end of the week, barring intrusions, I should hit stride again.

Oh, and I had a birthday yesterday. Nothing terrible happened. In fact, it was rather pleasant. Best of all, my sister—who readily points out she is the younger sister—flew into town last night. Icky roads and flight delays meant she didn’t arrive until around midnight, but we stayed up until 3am to make up for it. So worth it.

Maybe I’ll actually risk planning something fun and interesting and ambitious for my 45th birthday next year.*

And in the meantime, links and commentary!

The Subtle Art of Not Giving A Fuck: You’ve seen this — I know you have — but I include it because the thing I celebrate most about growing older is the ability to better discern what is worth caring about. And the older I get, the more interested I am in action over advocacy, involvement over analysis, and problem-solving rather than problem-uncovering. I realize, too, that those who prefer advocacy, analysis, and problem-uncovering would look at my choices and wonder what the hell good I think I’m doing that’s actually valuable. That’s okay. I know what I’m doing.

How Secular Family Values Stack Up: First of all, please know I’m completely uninterested in slamming/stereotyping the faithful and the believing. I was raised in the American Episcopal faith (“Catholic with options”), spent time at Benedictine monasteries, and strongly considered spending my life in religious studies. The path to my current secular life is long and winding and not for this post. Suffice it to say I am not surprised by what the article claims. And my sensitivity on the issue is most certainly influenced by the fact I’ve for years been surrounded by some extremely judgmental and unloving folks who have justified their actions through religion. Regardless, I found the article interesting.

Yes, Women In Dragon Ago Could Use Longswords: In addition to pointing it the mental gymnastics some folks go through to accept fighting dragons while dismissing female fighters (a pointing I heartily agree with), the article uses historical facts rather than play-acting assumptions to make its point. Sadly, I must admit the “Women do too fight!” argument is rapidly tumbling into my “no fuck to give” bucket—not because I don’t have knowledge of the situation, but because the “No, they don’t!” crowd is increasingly irrelevant on multiple fronts. Yes, some in the creative industry—many of whom, not surprisingly, say they just love strong women—will cling to their self-affirming bias. But there are many more who don’t. And an increasing number of writers and creators who have been marginalized are trading in the approval of the establishment for the support of their fans.

(Besides, as a martial artist, I admit an unseemly satisfaction comes from throwing a bigger, stronger, cocky opponent who doesn’t yet understand that force is not the same as power.)

Indie Fantasy Bundle: If you haven’t already checked it out, please do! If you have, thank you! If you’re interested in giving those writers more support, you can do simple things like add the books to your Goodreads lists, leave reviews for the ones you’ve already read, and let others know about the Indie Fantasy Bundle.


Speaking of StoryBundle, I’ll be curating for them again! A whole post on the curating experience will be coming later in the week. In the meantime, the details of time and theme of my upcoming bundles are still settling into place. But if you’re an author interested in being part of a future bundle, leave a comment or drop me a line and I’ll let you know how to submit either directly to me or to StoryBundle.

Lastly, if you’d like to be updated on StoryBundle projects and know first when Breath of Stone is released, remember to sign up for my not-too-often newsletter.

*For those who have no clue what I’m alluding to: I had planned a complete weekend getaway with a group of friends to celebrate my 40th birthday. Instead, I spent it in a VA hospital with my not-ex-but-separated-from husband, helping him eat his first meal in three days while trying to find out from the doctors why he’d had multiple heart attacks in two weeks, and reading lab reports that indicated the diagnosis would be end-stage liver cancer. There is no need for you to mention this in comments if you feel awkward or obligated to do so. If, however, you have questions or are seeking support/information/sharing, I’m more than willing to discuss it.


3 thoughts on “Insert Catchy Title Here!”

  1. It’s a good feeling when you get the ground back after a dramatic cut of multiple thousands of words. Glad things are coming together. And oh the bodily aches 😦 I hear you on that one. And happy birthday 🙂

    1. It’s feeling much better now (both the body and the novel 🙂 ). That huge cut simply had to be made; it was chasing down the wrong tunnel, so to speak.

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