Cherie Priest

No new words on Dreadnought today, for which you can blame this guy. To sum up the situation, I sat down for a few hours this afternoon and knocked out a full draft of a short story for this project, which will soon be passed along to my collaborative partner-type person for further augmentation and contribution. No, I have no clue what the final product will look/sound/read like. I suppose we’ll have to see.

Hint: Those of you who follow me on Twitter know that a few weeks ago I had a really weird dream about a chaotic-neutral supernatural librarian who feeds evildoers to a set of vampiric reference books. Yes, well. Cheap wine and Pop-Tarts before bed, that’s my secret.

Anyway, I’ve been wanting to do a project aimed at younger readers for some time now, and since my SUPER AWESOME YA novel hasn’t yet found a home [:: fingers still crossed ::], I figured this particular short story would be the perfect opportunity to get that YA urge out of my system. For a bit. So I took a stab at it, and in another few weeks, you’ll get to see the end results — or so I am led to believe.

Whether or not anything ever comes of it, I’m glad to have the story (tentatively called “The Stacks”) down on paper; and despite the fact that Dreadnought’s progress bar didn’t creep forward any farther today, I count a 4000-word horror short to be productivity all the same. Perhaps the brief and temporary change of gears will be good for me. Stay tuned.