bookkeeping

The Second Son: 547 words

Reason for stopping: Need to know Mordred's Tube station. Also, go to bed already, dingbat.

Other work: Subbed a story. Scheduled doctor's appointments.

Other news: W. B. Yeats? Mad as a fish, my lovelies. Mad. As. A. Fish.

Yes, I was ego-surfing. Writers often do things that are bad for them.

Review of Mélusine at wotmania.

Also, of course, there's always the customer reviews on Amazon.

It's a little reassuring to discover that no two readers will agree on what I do well and what I do badly.

bookkeeping

The Mirador, Chapter 2: 1,238 words

I woke up today to the realization that this book is due August 1st--i.e., exactly four months from now. It's not like I didn't know that before, editors not making a practice of keeping deadlines a deep dark secret from the writer involved, but it felt real today. I mean, real.

I channeled the resulting sweet Jesus on toast wtf am I doing? rather well, I think.