Cherie Priest

Tiny Godzilla since 1975

July 21, 2009

5 years, 5 months ago, in the evening

  • PHFactor Storefront. I met the gentleman proprietor of this establishment back at Penguicon; it turns out, he lives in Tacoma, and is exceedingly kind. He gave me the most KILLER set of goggles today, I swear to God. Go check out his wares. Solidly crafted, beautiful steampunk merch.

  • Weekend adventure pics. With Mark Henry’s own special brand of commentary …

  • More weekend adventure pics. Kat Richardson also posted a photo-log of our adventures, but somehow I missed the post the first time around. I think I’m all caught up now.

  • Temple Library Review digs Four and Twenty Blackbirds. Very nice review from very nice people (I also got a friendly email from the reviewer). Sample: “To me gothic literature is a potion, even though I am not well read in the field, and as such utilizes its ingredients to the fullest to create a full time goose-bumps sensation. Priest is an A student at mixing concoctions and quite surprising for a debut.”

Here’s today’s progress on the alternate-history battlefield adventure about a widowed nurse from a Confederate hospital aboard a west-bound train pulled by a Union war engine — now with military intrigue, steampunk Texas rangers, undead political separatists, murderous plots, bushwhackers, bandits, sabotage, and epic scenes of mayhem:

Project: Dreadnought
New Words: 3099 (pretty good)
Present Total Word Count: 134,838 words
Goal: 140,000 words



Things Accomplished in Real Life: Spent the morning on day-job work; exchanged some important emails/phone calls; met Hans briefly; mailed a whole bunch of stuff; went to Walgreens.

Things Accomplished in Fiction: Holy shit. I’m writing the denouement. There is an excellent chance I will actually finish this book tomorrow or the next day. And I say that as someone who bloody well knows my tendencies toward saying this kind of thing and then failing repeatedly, writing for another week or two. But not this time. Seriously, I’m almost done. And I’m almost breathless about it.

Reason for Stopping: The oven just beeped. Time to pull the roast out and get slicing.