I tallied it up, and I’ve written 100,000 words of fiction in the last year. Yet, somehow, I still feel like I’m not writing enough…
Important Racoon Research
Reading the wiki page on raccoons completely changed the short story I just started. Fortunately, it made it better.
I love it when research involves watching videos of baby raccoons. Continue reading “Important Racoon Research”
Selling and Signing So Many Books
By the end of Rainfurrest: I met all kinds of amazing people and had the most fun I’ve ever had at a con! I got to be on panels with Alan Dean Foster; I had a chance to pitch my latest novel to a publisher; “Otters In Space” and the Rainfurrest anthology both sold out; and, I had to keep a pen clipped to my badge so that I could keep up with all the requests to sign things!
Panelist at Rainfurrest
So far at Rainfurrest: I have two stories in “Stories from Camp RainFurrest,” the charity anthology which looks beautiful; both that and “Otters In Space” are available at the FurPlanet table in the Dealer’s Den; and, I was on a really fun and lively panel about Overcoming Writer’s Block. Continue reading “Panelist at Rainfurrest”
Dictator of Gravity
Gravity is a problem. Especially if it only exists (or stops existing) if I remember to have it do so.
So, in conclusion, when the Dictator of Gravity position comes up for election, in the best interests of everyone, I will not be running.
Kipper in a Box
Apparently, when I get stuck — as in, make negligible progress for most of a year stuck — on “Otters In Space,” my solution ends up being to stick the main character in a box. Maybe when I’m writing OiS3 and get stuck around the 30,000 word mark, instead of banging my head uselessly against it for a year, I can skip straight to having Kipper hide in a box and keep writing.
My Favorite Story Ever, Apparently
I’ve been informed by my daughter that my “favorite story ever” is the one she just wrote — her first composition, typed all by herself. It reads: “I AM ELAINE. I LIKE CATS.”
Settle Down, My Vacuum
Elaine to Quinn, gently holding his previously barking muzzle shut: “Settle down, my vacuum.” Then, she takes him by the collar, and they return to their important work, walking around the house together, “vacuuming.”
The Little Red Hen IN SPACE
I’m suddenly tempted to write “The Little Red Hen” as a piece of space opera starring an auburn avian alien.
I have at least five unfinished short stories, three unfinished novels, and a novella that I should be working on… So, of course, I started “The Auburn Avian Alien.”
Story Juggling
Keeping all my stories submitted to markets feels like juggling.