The Writing Life

Got my check last week for my Year’s Best sale and cashed it yesterday. Yippeee! Friends and relations, however, were rather horrified to learn that the going rate for a Year’s Best anthology sale is… about $100. I could say that nobody writes for the money, but actually, I now write for a living. So, […]

… time to print out the book again! Wheeeeeeee! Ya’ll have no idea how great it’ll be to get this fucker out the door.

OK, adding that war scene in Azam? Far too much fun, and might be just filler, but it means I can write things like this added excerpt from God’s War: —— Rhys heard a low whine start up from outside, too high for the muezzin. He cocked his head. He knew the sound, but couldn’t

Why, yes, the line edits I actually *wrote down* are in for all 500 pages. Is the latest rewrite “done”? No, no of course not, because I have about four notes still in my head and then another printing because there’s extraneous infodumping that can now come out, somewhere, somehow, because this book should not

I don’t actively HATE God’s War yet, but I’m telling you, with 150 of 500 pages of line edits still to enter, it’s starting to get to me. I must be almost done.

My life is one big loop of working writing and novel writing. I’m not complaining, mind, it’s just that it means I’m far more prone to lose track of time these days.

Things are good-crazy, but that means there’s a lot of work to do, and man, sometimes it makes my brain hurt.

I’ve been working on some requested edits for God’s War this week. Revising can be a hell of a lot of fun when you get feedback of the “I’d like more of this! and this! and this!!” variety. Not so fun when you get the “I’m not sure why this doesn’t work, but could you

OK. Here we go.