Monthly Archives: December 2013
Apparently. This is Jack’s first snow ever and Bella’s first snow with her own yard to romp in. They seem to like it. Advertisements
This was the view from my bedroom window this morning at 08:02 when Mr. Kat called to say his car had given up the ghost about 2 miles from the house. At least it’s pretty, yes?
Today’s word count (2,362 words) on the Work-in-Progress took it past the 90,000 word mark. There’s still a lot to do, but I can see the end from here, distantly, and it should be no problem to make my deadline. … Continue reading
All right, so… this is my first Christmas in my own house, first Christmas in this house, first Christmas with Jack–for whom this is the first Christmas ever. And this is my first Christmas tree in 30 years, Bella and … Continue reading
This photo is several weeks old, now, but isn’t Jack a handsome fellow anyhow? (this, incidentally, is the “broken” side of his face. Pretty good healing, yeah?)
On Monday I ripped out 5,200 words of the work I’d put in over the weekend and I’m only just now catching up. I realized the book had derailed at about the 30K mark and needed a major overhaul so … Continue reading
Realized yesterday that the reason the Ms is becoming difficult and boring is… it’s broken way back at 30K. Need to go fix it and flush the past 10K or so down the drain. Feh.
Fan Becky Kyle sent Bella and Jack the first gifts of Dogmas–delicious-smelling (and the dogs seem to think, -tasting) biscuits from River Dog Bakery in Knoxville, TN. And a sweet card with them. Thanks Becky!
From Friday’s addition to the WiP: Even from the outside the smooth white columns flanking the doorway in the vaulted white hall gave no hint of what lay beyond in the ill-lit gloom of the chapel. But I could see … Continue reading
For the first time in my life, I was certain that the world would be better off if I shot a man in the head and bore the consequences. And I didn’t have my gun. . . . And the … Continue reading
Negotiating an unfamiliar transit system can be nerve-wracking, but I got to do it in a foreign language while trying to stay off the radar of anyone—or anything—associated with my nearly-father-in-law. The paranormals were much easier to avoid than the … Continue reading
WiP Snippet from Tuesday’s work: Then he turned to us, the black blade still in his hand. “Why are you standing still? Run!”