12th
June
2009
Flames Rising ezine is hosting a “Send a Friend to Gen Con Indy 2009!” contest, and my lovely and talented editor Jenn Brozek is one of their prize sponsors with a signed copy of the GRANTS PASS anthology. All the information can be found at the official Flames Rising site.
Guidelines: Send Flames Rising your recommendation via the contact form, both who you are, who you are nominating for the prize, and why they should win the Gen Con Indy badge coupon. The deadline for this contest is midnight, Wednesday, June 24th.
So go on, folks - send a friend to GenCon. If the winner’s a friend of mine (online or offline), I’ll stand the person they send to a drink at one of the locals in addition to signing their copy of Grants Pass.
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9th
June
2009
I recently took a trip into the city with my old friends the Von Ragans and was able to meet their boy Finn. One of the most well-behaved babies I’ve ever met and a real sweetheart.
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4th
June
2009
If you spread the word about the GRANTS PASS anthology and its pre-order link between the dates of May 29, 2009 and June 6, 2009 and then link your post to THIS contest journal entry, your name will be tossed into the hat for a prize. This prize includes stuff from Grants Pass city, a letter from Kayley Allard and other neat stuff. Please note that if you win this prize you will need to email your postal address to Jenn Brozek, editor.
The GRANTS PASS anthology is available for pre-order from Morrigan Books.
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3rd
June
2009
The Hanged Man: Fool’s Gold:
New words: 1,238
Manuscript wordcount: 1,238 / 6,000
Deadline: None
Reason for stopping: Done for the evening.
Darling du jour: “Reflected in the mirror, directly at his side, stood such a tatterdemalion as was rarely seen in the lowest of the city streets, wearing a blackened grain sack above his head and a rough rope twisted around his neck like some obscene foreign dancer and her exotic pets. “
Today’s words Word doesn’t know: Unabating.
Sustenance: None.
Mean Things: None outside half-drunken irritability.
Other goal-related work: Vacation plans, .
Exercise: Bench press at 210 lbs, 35 minutes running.
Wild Wild Life: None.
Community: Russ & Pee-Nut, Jane on the phone.
The Internet is Full of Things: Legions of Rock!
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11th
May
2009
I’ve fallen off the update wagon again, which is a pisser, to be honest. At least I have some good stuff to share today!
My friend Susan Sieber is an accomplished artist who specializes in hand-painting silk: she works with scarves, bags, banners and the like, and does a wonderful job with them. She’s also talented in drawing, but like any good artist, she continues to learn new techniques and skills.
Last weekend she asked for volunteers to pose for a project, and the divine Miss L and I agreed to do so. She took the photographs and sketched them out, one as a foreground character, one as background. I love the way it turned out!
Ivan and L hold court at Dawn's.
Susan’s usual style is more manga-oriented, and her comics gallery - including the very endearing Far Shores - can be found at her DeviantArt pages.
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21st
April
2009
Shamefall:
New words: 2,038
Manuscript wordcount: 6,222 / 50,000
Deadline: May 31
Reason for stopping: Man, I’m beat. Long work day, but I do take comfort in the catch-up.
Darling du jour: “Oh, too well I know that.” Trykvyr bent to grab his nephew’s shirt, belting him once again, this time along his left temple, setting bells to ring in Syndri’s head as he was driven toward the hard-packed earth. “But I am a fighter, Syndri, or I was, once. I should be still, if you’d never been born, or if I’d been a better man. ”
Jury-rigging: None tonight!
There’s always one more quirk in the character: I didn’t realize Trykvyr actually hated him!
Today’s words Word doesn’t know: Mostly my own compounds: Shameborn, woodfolk, etc.
Sustenance: Water.
Mean Things: Smackdown’s pretty brutal.
Other goal-related work: Triskele Moon site, GenCon preparation.
Exercise: Not a bit.
Wild Wild Life: Three hawks and more nightcrawlers than you can shake a stick at.
Community: Nobody! Quiet today.
The Internet is Full of Things: New (to me) pulp-action Webcomic: Ghost Zero
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16th
April
2009
Shamefall:
New words: 1,084
Manuscript wordcount: 4,180 / 50,000
Deadline: May 31
Reason for stopping: Quota, got to get ready for work tomorrow.
Darling du jour: “I am repeating your word, who repeated the word he should never have heard.” Trykvyr bent to the bench and took up the heavy leather gauntlets he used to bear charcoal from cart to delivery. His voice was soft now, full of resignation and a hurt which was the greater for the years it went unspoken. “Dwarf.”
Jury-rigging: Fornaf shows up earlier’n I expected.
There’s always one more quirk in the character: Trykvyr is, to quote generations of mothers, “Not disappointed. Just terribly hurt.”
Today’s words Word doesn’t know: n/a
Sustenance: Water.
Mean Things: Let me count the ways!
Other goal-related work: Journaling this, life coaching.
Exercise: Bugger all.
Wild Wild Life: Not a sausage.
Community: Jane came by for happy hour, saw Coach Diane about her postcards.
The Internet is Full of Things: Clan of the Care Bears.
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15th
April
2009
Shamefall:
New words: 1,069
Manuscript wordcount: 3,097 / 50,000
Deadline: May 31
Reason for stopping: Quota, got to get ready for work tomorrow.
Darling du jour: Eyfreid stood as well, towering over the young dwarf. The tallow candles flickered as he stood, casting more yellowish light into his eyes and teeth, increasing the feral appearance of the man. “He’s the one I could keep your secret from, if you keep your own head. There’s no need for him to know … after all, he’s kept more than enough from you.”
Jury-rigging: Eyfried actually mocks Syndri into the biggest blunder of his life. Didn’t expect that when I started writing.
There’s always one more quirk in the character: Syndri’s blushes begin at chest level.
Today’s words Word doesn’t know: Somesuch, Moreso
Sustenance: Water.
Mean Things: Eyfreid’s not a bad manipulator, for a blacksmith.
Other goal-related work: Journaling this. Lots of work on the Triskele Moon site.
Exercise: Tabata routine for back and traps.
Wild Wild Life: Canada geese, hawks.
Community: Jane stopped by, call from mom, nice email from Kurt (which I need to remember to reply to.)
The Internet is Full of Things: L told me this happened when she was a child, but I didn’t know people were still allowed to do it - coloring chicks for Easter. At least it’s not dipping them in dye …
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14th
April
2009
Shamefall:
New words: 1,083
Manuscript wordcount: 2,027 / 50,000
Deadline: May 31
Reason for stopping: Quota, got to get ready for work tomorrow.
Darling du jour: “No wonder he can’t avoid it,” said Syndri, and suddenly he felt very young again, very small; for spying on the one place his uncle claimed as his own. It had been a foolish whim, he thought, one which could easily have been mastered - but it was too late now.
Jury-rigging: Rural taverns don’t have signs or names, they’re just known for the owners.
There’s always one more quirk in the character: Syndri actually does think twice when obstacles arise.
Today’s words Word doesn’t know: n/a
Sustenance: Water, popcorn, Vosages haut chocolat.
Mean Things: The unfamiliar racial epithet.
Other goal-related work: Journaling this. Triskele Moon site and photos.
Exercise: Tabata technique for chest, serious abs routine. Plank is up to 75 seconds.
Wild Wild Life: Crows, robins, Pee-nut the neighbor’s shih tzu.
Community: Russ and Pee-nut (briefly).
The Internet is Full of Things: Not tonight, it isn’t.
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12th
April
2009
Format stolen from the shamelessly talented Elizabeth Bear, modified for my interests and purposes.
Progress notes for 12 April 2009
Shamefall:
New words: 924
Manuscript wordcount: 924 / 50,000
Deadline: May 31
Reason for stopping: Quota, hungry, sunshiny day outside.
Darling du jour: “Aye, we’d show our teeth, old hound - you and I together.” He looked back to the roofs, cast his eyes to the west where the sun’s edge caressed the ridge of the mountains, and nodded slowly. “We’d show our teeth, if Uncle shows his belly.”
Jury-rigging: Came up with the whole idea on a walk today. Challenging myself.
There’s always one more quirk in the character: He makes up ugly names for himself before others get a chance.
Today’s words Word doesn’t know: woodsmoke
Sustenance: Green tea infused with brown rice, Vosages haut chocolat.
Mean Things: The crookleg, the false promises.
Other goal-related work: Preparing to get the GenCon game characters burned. Journaling this. Called family. Postcard work for Coach Diane in return for 1 hour fencing lessons (7 hours to go).
Exercise: 4 mile walk in the woods.
Wild Wild Life: Spring peepers, one snake, one crane, redwing blackbirds.
Community: Aaron and Jen left around noon. Jane may stop in for ham and wine.
The Internet is Full of Things: GenCon Event catalog went live today.
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