75,000 words! Only 35,000 to go, and that uneasy mutter of
there sure is a lot of STUFF left to cram into this novel is getting louder.
Also today I finished the foreword for the Chinese edition of
Mélusine. (Really, you should read that with a bunch of extra exclamation points: the Chinese! edition! of
Mélusine! Because mere words cannot express how geeked I am about it. !!!!!) And fixed what I hope are the last few fiddly bits of "On Faith" for
Shadow Unit.
Yesterday,
mirrorthaw and I went to the used bookstore and bought a wodge of books. (Yes, that's the technical term.) I deduce from my haul that while I am still obsessed with the Nazis, I seem to be picking up a secondary obsession with General George Armstrong Custer.
WHY I keep becoming fascinated with these people I would seriously not let in my house, I do not know. But at least I know which book General Custer belongs to, even though I don't know why it thinks I'm the person to write it.
And, since the internet, as we all know, is full of things, allow me to point you to Small Beer Press's
sale, which they are holding to benefit the
Franciscan Hospital for Children, where Kelly and Gavin's daughter Ursula is a patient. One dollar of every sale goes to the hospital, and if you buy the item at the full price instead of the sale price, the difference between the two prices goes to the hospital. Good sale, good cause, good books. Win!
Tomorrow, we are being promised the snowpocalypse. I plan to stay home.