Dusty Pup; Herc-o-meter

I lost last night to dust. Your curtains may look clean, but dust is the enemy. I cleaned 4 windows and sills, and washed 4 treatments and blinds looking like a surgeon, wearing my mask. I swiffered the floor too, and it shines now! However, the dust got me. In my secret identity as Allergy Woman, I’ve spent most of the day feeling crummy and sniffing.


However, there are apples to be stolen in the garden of the Hesperides by Tony, the Inviso Thief, so we do what we can.

So close! We have to write the denouement!

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42 / 46
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42,072 / 45,000


Spy-o-meter: And now, to finish my first draft of spy guys.

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20 / 20


Two writing signs for the future:

I’ve got me a hankering to do something for a decidedly older crowd, which would be Mark Twain’s Daughter

I’m also starting to find certain ways that music reminds me of my next project, so that’s a sign that it’s the right one. That would be a slice of the Iowa Faerie Project, a piece of Gossamer and Veridian which I haven’t written down anywhere yet, from somewhere in the middle. I’ve also started talking through those scenes in the car, so I’m guessing that will be the next project now. That’s the possession stage.


Today’s Progress

After registering a boat load of kids, I took off for my writing day. Here’s the poop.


Worked on many scenes. Last night, went and back wove important pieces of information into 3 scenes, then wrote the underworld, a Hollywood party, and began the Garden of the Hesperides.

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40 / 46
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41,679 / 45,000


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16 / 24

I had to break from the plotting, so I did some mindless typing.

We are pretty productive now that we live in Obama land!


Progress and Links

I should have expected that I wouldn’t have written at Icon this weekend. I did dutifully take my work with me, and dutifully ignored it. Still, we’re back in the saddle. As I work on my write for the next several days, I will be concentrating solely on Hulk Hercules, as I am determined to have the draft in hand and in others hands before I go on the wrestling field trip.

At this point, Kizmet and Mark are going to look it over for me. My pastor wants to read it. She’s a good soul, but she just wants to read it. Bryon is also going to look at it, and I’m sure he’ll have some plot ideas, because he’s clever like a fox.

Tonight, then, my time will be divided quite nicely between HH:PW and domestic chores, including the allergy conversion of our bedroom.


Just sent off Two Vampires and a Panel Discussion to Abyss and Apex.

Soon (today?) the next piece of Blood is Thicker than Water will be posted at Las Habladoras. We begin chapter 4, which introduces Chip Hyland.


I had a great time at Icon. I want to thank all my VERY SUPPORTIVE friends who came to watch me read. As at Convergence, a squad of people I knew walked into the room just as I was beginning. This time, about twenty people wandered in, some I didn’t expect. One of my creative writing students came from a couple of years ago. THAT was awesome! So, thank you. If only I could pay for all of you to follow me around to various US conventions 😛 )

The rest? Vote early and vote often tomorrow.