Sillybean

Shut up, brain.

Last night I finished writing the last chapter of my WordPress book (huzzah! confetti!) and went promptly to bed, being rather worn out.

Not ten minutes later, my brain coughed up a scene and a plot complication for the…

a writer’s married life (an occasional series)

ME, registering my new toll tag via iPhone while he drives: What’s your license plate number?
HIM: I don’t know. I’ll add it later.
ME, having lost signal: OK. I’ll let you set up…

Howdy, stranger.

I know, it’s been ages! How are you? You look thinner. Have you done something different with your hair?

Me? Well, I was sick for a while there. No, not hamthrax. Not even a virus, really; turns out the stuff…

Where I was yesterday

The Beau Monde organized two house tours. I spent yesterday knocking around the grounds at Tudor Place:

Which has trees like this:

And today I’m back in the hotel for RWA National. Follow that for live…

If only every day could be like today…

Woke up with half a story in my head, and snoozed a bit until I’d mentally finished it. Got up, wrote about 2K — not done, but enough to leave it alone for a while. Went to the library. Did…

WIP! Whee!

I’m in love with my new WIP. It’s actually an old one, but more on that later. I adore it. I’ve written nearly five thousand words in four days, I have a complete outline, and I’m having no trouble…

Gifts for Writers

When people who do not write try to buy gifts for writers, they often get it wrong.

Books

Specific books — things you think your writer might enjoy — a bad choice in most cases. We’re picky as hell. We…

Random nattering

Got the MRI on my neck. No word yet from the doctor, naturally. The neck is not too bad at the moment, but the insomnia and the migraines have been slapping me around for the last few days. You…

Oops, time for vacation

Our vacation has snuck up on me. Sarah and I are driving to Houston tomorrow night and flying to Boston on Saturday, meeting up with the boys there. They’ll be in training all next week, so we’ll be on our…

the greying of SF: not a myth

Over in a nice discussion of the generation gap in SF on Tor.com, a commenter crunches numbers on the ages of Hugo winners and comes up with a pretty clear trend. Really fascinating, assuming you care about this…

Can’t sleep, book will eat me

I have given up any pretense that I’m just jotting down enough notes to remember the new book when I’m ready to come back to it and will soon return to revising the old one. This book is a freight…

Revisons, part eleventy-three

I am so very tired of this book, and so very excited about that other one I am not supposed to be writing.

The new first chapter is coming together in my head, though.

Saturday

My husband, who does not read for fun, snatched The Watchmen from me when it arrived in the mail today and has been ensconced on the couch with it for the last two and a half hours. Guess I’ll be…

Revisions, part bleh

As usual, the characters are great, but I have failed to bring the conflict. They’re having a cocktail party in my head, looking at me over the rims of their glasses like, “What? We’re not supposed to like each other?”…

Learning, and practicing, and confidence

So, Bear’s new column is up at Subterranean. It’s about learning, and learning how to learn. This made me stop and think:

But thereâ

Posted on July 28 2008, 10:14 am in Life, Writing · comment