the writing life

The first Monday of the New Year is for doing EVERYTHING. It says so right on this calendar.

This morning I dealt with a feline sugar crash (perfect timing cat, you couldn’t have done that while at the vet’s tomorrow?) and then delicately hammered out my daily dose of new words- Brassy child, he muttered, not first the first time since she’d issued that threat.  His own fault for teaching her to tie […]

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five things make the first workday of 2015….

Things researched: buzzard vs vulture, the weight of a saddle, sleepwalking, bison maturity. Favorite bit written: She couldn’t promise any more, not faithfully. But as the words left her mouth, one of the buzzards lifted its head and swiveled its neck to look directly at her, and the cold sting in her palm faded. Whoops:  escarpment is not

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Ah Monday. I thought I recognized you when you came in the door…

After the insanity that was last week’s GISHWHES, I’m back on the pony…mostly. Writing: The draft of WORK OF HUNTERS is with the editor, and I have the revisions letter for CLAWED (Gin & Tonic #4) on my desk. The revisions letter for SILVER ON THE ROAD is supposed to hit on Friday (more likely

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Wednesday

A still, humid morning. I’d welcome a raging thunderstorm, if it would get the air moving a little bit… These are the days I find it hardest to work in: when the air is thick and heavy and anticipation is shivering just under the skin for something to HAPPEN and it never does…at that point

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