Because why should Patrons have all the pain fun? Have a snippet-taste of My Youthful Folly, aka “the first fantasy novel LAG ever tried to write (emphasis on ‘tried’) back when she was a baby writer, complete with horrified snark by the much-older-now author. ” That stopped Manden’s breath in his throat. Ever […]
My Youthful Folly, a snippet and a tease… Read More »
for the first time, I actually kept file of deleted bits from THE COLD EYE. Hey, waste not, want for something to post, not. Or something. She was reminded suddenly of old Abraham, who had taught them how to find trouble at the table. “A player too focused on the game has too much to
Deleted bits, and actual bits…. Read More »
Sent agent email with proposed title of new book (fka Devil’s West #2). Have not yet gotten panicked “oh god no that’s horrible no!” response. Next up: editor. Here, have some non-spoilery bits: The ‘post’ wasn’t a post at all, not like she’d been expecting. Instead, there was a collection of bones hung on the
Into the second pass of the draft, where I think “yeah okay, that doesn’t work any more, rip out entire pages, and rewrite everything to be stronger, faster, more likely to leave you going ‘oh my god she didn’t she did!’” Hopefully, anyway. —– “Stop that.†She looked up at Gabriel, blinking.  “What?†“You were
Original opening line of Book 2: “They’d left nothing alive.“ After an entire day of word-wrangling, the new opening line: “Isobel had been riding for three days, two to her destination and then a turnaround, when she found the bodies.” Yeah, that works. But dogdamn it, it took me HOURS and BRAIN BLOOD (and at
Reason #toodamnmany why writers drink… Read More »
This morning I dealt with a feline sugar crash (perfect timing cat, you couldn’t have done that while at the vet’s tomorrow?) and then delicately hammered out my daily dose of new words- Brassy child, he muttered, not first the first time since she’d issued that threat. His own fault for teaching her to tie
Things researched: buzzard vs vulture, the weight of a saddle, sleepwalking, bison maturity. Favorite bit written: She couldn’t promise any more, not faithfully. But as the words left her mouth, one of the buzzards lifted its head and swiveled its neck to look directly at her, and the cold sting in her palm faded. Whoops:  escarpment is not
five things make the first workday of 2015…. Read More »