The amazing piece I commissioned from Pia Ravenari for Liam for his birthday.
I’m trying to get back into the swing of posting regularly again, which includes getting back to being on top of my rss feeds so I can do links round-ups again. And so, some links! Just a few, because I need to get on top of Google Reader in a big way.
I am getting obsessed with Instagram again. One of many rainbows seen this week.
The total writing for this week: somewhere around 10k forward motion. I say somewhere, because I am shuffling some scenes around, which is totally out of my comfort zone (I am very much a writer of the linear persuasion) and I’ve lost count a little bit. Plus I did one day of outlining. Either way, I’m coming up on the 80k mark
So, I’ve been sick this week. And I am thoroughly sick of being sick. It’s only a cold, but it’s kind of a nasty one. The kidlet had it first, then me, and now the husband appears to have succumbed. We’re a fun household.
But, despite being sick, I have been writing. To the tune of 10,500 words this week. I’m even kind of liking this book again, so maybe I’m past the horrible middle? Cruised over the 70k mark, too.
Please forgive any typos or weirdness in these links. I am writing this post in a Friday evening while fairly exhausted and dealing with a chest infection. And I’m not really that tired of the Olympics, I just can’t think of a better title.
One of the many ravens that are constantly in our backyard this time of year.
This has been a weird week. I have been writing, but it’s all been about forcing every word. I think I’m skating along the edge of a burn out, but I really want to get this draft finished. Also, I hate this book. Can anyone tell that I’m in the middle of the book?
What I would really like is a weekend down south, just away from all technology. It’s not going to happen, though. Hell, I’d give for a weekend where I get to sleep until I wake naturally, don’t have to do any laundry or housework. Also not going to happen.
I’m finding myself frustrated with reading, also. Which I think is a factor of spending time reading books that really don’t grab me. Alisa Krasnostein on Galactic Suburbia this week said something that really resonated with me (paraphrasing here) – being that it’s the book’s job to make you read it, not the other way around. I need to work on giving myself permission not to finish books that don’t do anything for me, even if everyone else loves them. There are too many other good and great books out there.
That whinge done, have some links!
Cat Valente’s Fade to White at Clarkesworld. Go and read it. Now. It’s even free, though Cat’s stories alone make it worth subscribing to Clarkesworld, IMHO. I may have squeed when the latest issue appeared on my Kindle.
This has been a kind of crappy week, mostly due to minor health annoyances. I was struck by a migraine one day, and am now dealing with a head cold. Minor stuff, but still damn annoying.
But I have still been writing, dammit. Working my way through the edits of Never, albeit at a very slow pace thanks to my brain being slightly mushy. I also finished beta reading an excellent novel written by a friend. I’m always tempted to do more beta reading, but my time is fairly precious, and it does take time. It’s always rewarding, though, especially when you’re reading something by someone who is really talented.