Cherie Priest

Tiny Godzilla since 1975

You’re the flame that burns me

3 years, 8 months ago, in the early evening

A few minutes ago I emailed off Draft Two of Ganymede to my editor, complete with some marked-up maps of the New Orleans area (for artistic reference). Then I poured myself a glass of wine because I needed something to take the edge off the terrible feeling that comes in the wake of having hit “send.”

But the fact is, Ganymede needs another set of eyes on it now. Even though there’s still more to be done, I had to get it off my plate or else I was only going to mess it up worse; so rationally, I know I made the right decision when I opted to kick the ball back into Liz’s court rather than sit around for another week and fiddle obsessively.

Which doesn’t change my neurotic flailing – the OCD refrain of, “But what do I work on NOW?” that’s fluttering around in my head.

Mind you, this is completely stupid, considering all the OTHER work I have waiting on deck. Now I must take these few precious holiday days and sort out what, precisely, I’m going to try to write and sell in 2011. Then I have to start manufacturing proposals and sample content for the projects that feel promising; and after the New Year I should have a conversation with my awesome agent so we know we’re on the same page about what needs to happen next.

(Of course, a week or so into January the copyedits on Hellbent will land, and the third weekend in that same month has me heading off to Michigan for a convention and a bookstore event, and then a week later I begin promo and signings and appearances in earnest for Bloodshot … and then in February I go to Houston, and never mind my day job, and so forth, and so on … and here we go again …)

sync to the ticker inside

3 years, 8 months ago, mid-afternoon

Today I kept up with my daily run/climb, which makes two days in a row. It’d feel more like a victory and less like an embarrassment if this wasn’t something I used to do almost every single day, but I’ll take what I can get.

It’s no one’s fault but my own. I got so badly out of the habit when I did all that traveling a couple of months ago, that’s all; and then the weather turned so very awful, and it became too damn easy to make excuses to stay inside.

I fashion my excuses thusly: I will attempt my daily constitutional provided that only two of the three following meteorological states are in play – (1). It’s cold, (2). It’s windy, (3). It’s raining. (To be more precise, my definition of “too cold” amounts to “40 degrees or below.” I know plenty of people go out exercising in colder weather than this, but I am a pissy little hot-house orchid, and I flat refuse to be one of them.)

Mind you, Seattle-in-the-winter is very often cold, windy, and rainy. Ergo, my consistency has gone down the toilet even farther these last few weeks; but I’m working toward it again. I refuse to call this effort a New Year’s resolution, because I’ve now kept up this routine for about a year and a half. I just haven’t kept it up as well as I should have.

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Often when I make references to my daily run/climb on Twitter/Facebook, I get people asking for details of what I do and where I go. But those paragraphs above are all the details I’m prepared to hand out.

To be perfectly honest, I simply don’t want the whole damn world knowing where I am and what I’m doing for about 35 minutes almost every single day. I don’t care if people know what city I live in. I don’t care if they know what neighborhood I live in. (It’s a huge neighborhood with thousands and thousands of people in it.) But I’m not comfortable with anything more precise than that.

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In cheerier, less defensive news, it looks like Boneshaker has been declared Steampunk Book Of The Year by Steampunk.com. Many thanks to that fine website, and to everyone who voted!

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Speaking of books (yeah, still having trouble with transitions – in my attempts to provide fewer bullet points in my blogging) … things are beginning to ramp up with regards to my upcoming urban fantasy debut, Bloodshot. You may safely expect to hear more about this title as its due date looms (January 25).

For now, I want to say thanks again to the Amazon Vine program, its reviewers, and the publicity people at Bantam who thought it’d be a good idea to chuck books in their general direction. I’ve been very fortunate that the early readers have enjoyed the book, and that it’s getting so much attention over on Amazon and over on Goodreads, too.

Anyway, if you’re the sort of person who (a). enjoys urban fantasy, (b). lives in the greater Detroit area, and (c). MUST be the first to get your hands on a book the very MOMENT it becomes available … then you should really come out and see me at Off The Beaten Path Books on January 22 at 7:00 p.m.

Why? Because via some wrangling, finagling, and good old-fashioned begging … a few brand-spanking-new copies of Bloodshot (NOT the advance reader copies) will actually be on hand. Before the street date, yes. And people will be able to buy them (while supplies last). And I will be on hand to sign them.

MWOO HAH HAH HAH.