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Tiny Godzilla since 1975

The view is beautiful and ours alone tonight

3 years, 8 months ago, mid-afternoon

It’s been one hella-glamorous day here at chez moi thus far. Day-job work, fish tank cleaning, daily run-climb (which I’ve been lazy about, lately), and now I’d like to move on to laundry … except that someone downstairs is occupying the washers and dryers. I’ll try again in a bit.

Not the most thrilling sands through the hourglass, no. But it’s all got to get done.

In other news, you people who have your respective acts together so thoroughly that you can get Christmas cards in the mail … you people make me feel like a hideous slacker. But I love you all, and thank you tremendously for thinking of me and the hubs (and the cat and the fish, who are likewise receiving a fair measure of holiday cheer*).

Oh, hey. Speaking of the mail … yesterday I got a box full of Boneshakers. Ninth printing (which means they come sans the little SciFi Essentials logo, whatever). I’d forgotten I’d asked for them; my agent put in for a few extras, and I told her sure, nab me a handful while you’re at it. This is very cool, except now I’ve noticed that I’m virtually out of Dreadnoughts, and I could use some of those too. But I might wait for the next printing before I go begging. Then, perhaps, come the Official New Year I’ll drum up some giveaways or something. I’ve been meaning to do so for awhile; it just hasn’t come together yet.

I don’t know. All these things have been sitting on the back burner while I’ve been working on Ganymede rewrites, so it all feels a little … distant. Like my priorities have achieved such glorious tunnel vision that only a total lack of undies and a fish who runs around holding his little nose could remind me that I have Shit To Do apart from sitting at the laptop.

But speaking of Ganymede (no, this is not my most elegant blog post ever, sorry) … today I got a sneak peak at some of the sketches which might one day turn into its cover. Same artist as the previous two Clockwork Century titles – Jon Foster, who is fifty different kinds of badass, in my not-so-humble opinion. I’m sure the end result will be amazing, so I’m not going to worry about it. But I’ll sit on those sketches, and if I get permission later on, I’ll repost them here so you guys can see what a bit of that process looks like.

Anyway. Yes. Mundane domestic duties for the moment, to be capped off later with more rewrites. And to close this post, a handful of links:


  • The Day After (and other stories) – Nifty experimental short fiction project from none other than Wil Wheaton, who is offering this collection for just ten days. Go check it out!

  • Dreadnought in Mumbai – I can’t tell you how tickled I am by the fact that someone in Mumbai has read, enjoyed, and reviewed this book. Suffice it to say: “pretty damn tickled.”

  • Satellite images of Chinese ghost cities – Everyone else is linking this, why not me too? As you may or may not know, I have a dastardly affinity for abandoned places. I had a great time scrolling through these images. Very cool.



* It probably will not surprise you that (a). people bring up my pets in Christmas cards, nor that (b). the kitty has her own stocking. Still, some people find it a little odd that the fish has his own stocking, too.