Laura Anne Gilman

“They’re fools, young rider. You know what happens to fools, here.”

I’ve created the Damage Board (where I sort out how much worse the characters are at the end than they were at the beginning). I’ve determined the subplot for the next book. I’ve figured out who lives and who dies. I have Draft 0 of SILVER ON THE ROAD (The Devil’s West #1) Now –

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State of the Meerkat: A Retreat without Retreating

So this was the weekend I had blocked out to do a hard run on SILVER.  Friday afternoon I laid in supplies (ready-to-eat meals and several bottles of wine), updated Anti-Social, and took a declared Twitter-cation for 48 hours. And then I set to work. Saturday morning I walked down to the farmer’s market before

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Five things make the only post you’ll get from me today….

1.  You know you’re in introvert hibernation mode when the thought of ordering take-away over the phone is overwhelming. “No talking to people! No! Why aren’t you on Seamless or GrubHub?”  I need a “bat signal” so I could turn it on and they’d know to have my gyro ready for me…. (there was a

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When we say “the luck of the Irish,” we might want to consider what we say…

Fannish recursive: Orlando Jones’s tumblr just ‘liked’ my tumblr reposting of Orlando Jones’ tweet on Twitter. Another St. Patrick’s Day, another day I avoid Manhattan and any bar anywhere. Because having a drunk frat boy in a $500 suit puke green beer on me once was enough for a lifetime. The rental car was duly

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