ok, so, risk of jinxing myself, but legal counsel says we’re good…
After multiple delays of the paperwork and bureaucracy sort, an offer was made and accepted, and the co-op board approved the buyer. So, as soon as the final paperwork delays are over and a closing is set, I will officially be homeless.
No, wait, let me rephrase that. I will no longer be a legal resident of New York City.
There are so many layers packed into that statement: relief, joy, sadness, regret, anticipation. If you had asked me five years ago, I would have told you they’d take me out of NYC feet-first. If you had asked me three years ago, I would have said that this west coast experiment was just to shake the restlessness off my legs, that I’d be back in NYC sooner rather than later. NYC is my soul-home, my energy source.
But sometimes, maybe, being too close to the source for too long can cause brownouts.
And now? Well, now I don’t know. Is the PNW my new home forever? Maybe. I’m loving it here, able to indulge my inner Nature Girl far more easily than I could in NYC. Mountains AND oceans, 20 minutes from my door! (traffic permitting). And I’m loving the winery job far more than I would ever have expected, headaches and all.
But also, maybe not. That restlessness in my legs, I’ve come to realize, is a part of me. I may not be a forever-one-place human. Evidence suggests that I tend to reinvent myself every decade or so, rotating around one solid thing (location, person, occupation, etc). The PNW may become that solid thing, at least for a while. It feels solid, right now.
But I’ve learned not to worry about who I might be ten years from now, while there’s still so much Me, Now, to rediscover. :-)
And it’s not like NYC isn’t still there, whenever I need it. She’s patient. She knows part of me still belongs to her.
(If you ‘got’ the title; congrats, you might be a Parrothead. :-))
So, I was remiss earlier this week in not yodeling to the skies (trust me, nobody wants to hear me yodel) that the awesome-packed weird west anthology LAWLESS LANDS: Tales from the Weird Frontier (containing, among other things, a brand-new Devil’s West story) is now on-sale!
“Boots of Clay” tells the story of what happens when a group of Sephardi refugees make their way to a hoped-for sanctuary in the Devil’s Territory…. There’s a little magic, a little conflict, and a significant “whoops.”
Cannonball Read already gave my story 4 stars, and said “I loved it.” Me too, Cannonball, me too. :-)
So, I spent the past few days in the (VERY COLD) Oregon woods, sleeping in a tent and cooking over an open flame (ok, and using those nifty jetpackish water heaters for coffee), reminding myself about the Importance of Civilization, and came home to the discover that the trade paper reprint of THE COLD EYE (1/18) is up on Amazon for pre-order!
For those new to the game, every week on Twitter we’re given a word (the “book quote for Wednesday”) and challenged to come up with an excerpt from our work to match it. If you’re on Twitter, look for the hashtag BookQW.
I’d found over the years that the reasonable explanation, especially when it came to professional crime, was usually the true one.
Still, I was up. And short of curling on the seashell-upholstered sofa and reading a tatty paperback all day, I might as well go see if the alleged crime scene gave up anything more under direct daylight.
Have signed the contract, so can officially mention that Lightspeed Magazine has picked up the reprint of my Lands Vin novella, FROM WHENCE YOU CAME, set in the world of the Nebula award-nominated Vineart War trilogy
Quite pleased about this, as I think it’s a splendid story about magic, sea serpents, hubris, and the inevitable, if unintentional, erasures of history…
(the novella was originally published as an art-by-Bob Eggleton ebook, via Kickstarter, and is also available in audio format from Audible)
Proving that things always take more time than you expected, but also that they’re worth waiting for, as of this morning, the signed contract for two more (stand-alone) books is officially winging its way back to SAGA Press.
The first book is tentatively titled STRONG EARTH, and follows a family of land-witches – and those unfortunate enough to be associated with them – during the American Revolt. Thank dog I saved all my college history textbooks and papers….
(and people said a history degree was useless! Hah!)
These will come out after the third Devil’s West novel, so publication dates TBA.
I’ve decided to face my shame squarely, and share it.
That unfinished first attempt at a fantasy novel I wrote when I was 22, that was just found during the great unboxening? I’ll be posting it (or as much as we can stand, anyway) to my Patreon for mocking. Yep, that’s right, pay $1/month to help support the feline medical fund, and get full mocking rights….
Disclaimer: I have very little memory of this book at all, and no idea how bad it gets. But I suspect you’ll also find the roots of a lot of my current work already lurking in the storeroom of my brain…
Hey there. Between this cold that continues to linger, trying to get some writing and editing projects finished up, US politics (and a bonus of happier French politics), and the winery getting ready for our Spring releases this week, I’ve…not been a very good little blogger. In fact, I’ve been slacking on a lot of things, and I intend to catch up on all that in the next few days.
Stop snickering. I mean it! *stomps paw*
Meanwhile, Spring has arrived in Washington state – we’ve still got the occasional rain, but more and more often the days are sunny and warming, with just a nip of cool still remaining in the air. It’s exactly the kind of weather than makes me want to go hiking… and I can’t, because of this cough that’s still lingering, making me more prone to sacking out for an hour on the sofa. But there will be hiking, and hike-blogging, too. Soon….
So, anyway. Not dead (yet). Getting better, even. Ignore that hacking cough behind the curtain….
Oh, and I’ll be in Pittsburgh next weekend, at the Nebula Awards Conference. If you’re there, or just in town, drop by and say hi!
After nearly three years waiting for me in storage, the (nearly) last of my NYC belongings have arrived on the west coast.
In addition to now having enough furniture (except bookcases; we always need more bookcases), I now have all the books I’d determined should not make the possibly-temporary shift with me. Including many of the reference books I need for NewBook.
I need more bookcases.
My walk-in pantry has officially become a library.
It was probably inevitable.
(It also doubles -triples?- as a wine cellar. It’s….kinda large)
Right now, my kitchen looks like this:
Slowly, we will sort things out and slot them into the proper places….
Meanwhile, previously I’ve mentioned that I’m not particularly interested in getting books signed by the authors… so what signed editions DO I cherish?
(Not pictured: my first edition, first printing hardcover of GOOD OMENS, signed by both Neil and Terry.)