Entries in New Book (16)
Hey, kids. Been a longish time since I've posted. Which means that I've either been writing, or traveling. Or in this particular passport-stamping instance, a bit of both.
I sent an early draft of the new book to my illustrious editrix long before the recent blood moon and she had tremendously wonderful feedback, which also requires tremendously strenuous rewriting. (Think Mt. Rushmore, but adding a different face and shorting the chin of Abe Lincoln and giving George Washington braces). The new book will undoubtedly be better for it, but these things take time.
Speaking of time, I took a little time off to visit Paris. And while I hung out with authors Janet Skeslien Charles, James Grady, and the incredibly talented Aliette de Bodard (we went to Literary Boot Camp together back in 2006) I was really there for a mental palate cleansing before I dive back into my Seattle based book which has a new working title: WITH MY MEMORIES, I LIT THE FIRE.
Oddly enough that title comes from a translation of a song in the 50s by French singer Edith Piaf. And sure enough, all over Paris we're hearing this broken-hearted ballad. So in the immortal words of Buckaroo Banzai, "No matter where you go, there you are."
Okay, back to my Batman pajamas and that whole writing thing.
There's a big Hugo Awards kerfuffle which I'll delve into later in the week, but at the moment, I'm reeeelaxing. Okay, I'm trying to relax, as I wait to hear back from my editor on the new manuscript.
I can't quite bring myself to dive into a new project, though I'm quietly gathering research materials. And I can't quite go back into the current book. So, I'm catching up on interviews and I even signed a contract for a new story called The Uncertainty Machine which will appear soon in the third volume of the Apocalypse Triptych.
In the meantime, I wait, daydreaming.
Hey, it's me, the absentee landlord of this here blog. I tend not to travel for book events in November and December, so those are always my most productive months, and this past year has been no exception. I'm thiiiiisss close to finishing the new book. (Still searching for a title). If all goes well I'll be wrapping up the ending this month.
What is it about, you ask? Well, all I'm going to say is that if HOTEL was heartwarming, WILLOW was heartbreaking, the new book is designed to be heartmelting. (Leesha's description, not mine).
In the meantime, it's a new year, which means a smattering of new travel starting next week where I'll be at the ArtSpace in Shreveport and co-hosting the 15th Annual Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend Weekend in East Texas. Imagine Coachella for book groups with a smattering of Burning Man meets Elvis and you're kinda there.
Off to edit. Pack. Pick up my steampunk outfit from the dry cleaners. The usual.
Oh, and Happy New Year!