Cherie Priest

Tiny Godzilla since 1975

May the candles on your cake / burn like cities in your wake

3 years, 1 month ago, around lunchtime

Last night was fantastic! If you ever get a chance to see George speak, you should absolutely pounce upon that chance. Even if you are in a sweaty-hot town hall wearing far too many clothes for the occasion, you will absolutely love it, I promise.

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People often ask what it was like to work with him on the Wild Cards [on the Fort Freak project], and the answer is easy: I leveled up as a writer by virtue of having his focus and input. I am acutely aware of how fortunate I was to have the opportunity to participate, and I remain utterly, dorkily, cheesey-grinnily proud to have been part of that wild and venerable franchise.

(On Thursday, my husband and I were fortunate enough to join GRRM and his entourage for supper downtown, which was also 100% sterling awesome in every way possible. He has been immensely kind and excessively supportive, and frankly, I can’t thank him enough for just being.)

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So today is my birthday. I arrived on planet earth a few hours ago (East Coast time) on this day in 1975, and it’s been a hell of a ride. Some good, some bad. I am daily amazed by how things have gone so far, up to this last year of what I can officially call my “mid-thirties.” I have a fabulous and good-looking husband, a fat and spoiled kitty, an entertainingly pissy fish, and I get to tell stories for a living. Things could definitely be worse!

Speaking of those stories – if you’d like to do a birthday girl a favor, I’m not too proud to make a couple of recommendations:


    (1). If you’ve ever considered trying one of my books, but haven’t yet gotten around to it … perhaps you could consider doing so today. I have quite a list to choose from, and I’m not saying “there’s something for everyone!” because taste is so subjective; but there’s a pretty good spread. Even if you think my material isn’t your bag, there’s always a chance you know somebody who’s keen on zombies, monsters, ghosts, steampunk villains and heroes, or alternate-reality freaks. Books make great gifts!

    (2). If you’ve read any of my books and enjoyed them, please say so. Tell a friend! Leave reviews on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or the retail site of your preference. Word of mouth is everything, and especially on the internet, the unhappy people have the loudest voices. (All too often, anyway.)

Click any of the links below to see all my listing at these fine establishments:

Amazon.com
Barnes & Noble.com
Powell’s.com

Or you can search for an independent store near you through IndieBound.

Don’t forget the University Book Store at the University of Washington. You can order books through them, and I will sign them however you like. No extra charge. Details on this service are available right here if you’re interested.

Anyway! Thanks so much to everyone who has passed along birthday wishes via the usual internet and text message suspects. They have warmed my morning and cheered me greatly on this day which marks my encroaching decrepitude. Likewise, thanks in advance to anyone who participates in Cherie’s Shameless Birthday Book-Buying Plug – because without you readers, we writers would be out of business.

And now I’m going to log off, freshen up, and join my husband for lunch before heading out to see Cowboys and Aliens. Thanks again, and I hope you all have a most excellent weekend!

Weekend and Whatnot

3 years, 1 month ago, mid-afternoon

I don’t have any word metrics to offer this afternoon, mostly because I didn’t write anything. Instead, I cleaned house a bit, took care of some outstanding interviews and emails, and lounged around with a headache due to lack of sleep for several nights in a row.

Mind you, I couldn’t take a nap. The shouting construction workers with power tools and questionable music taste saw to that.*

Yesterday’s supper meet-up ran late, yes; but I still could’ve gotten my reasonable allotment of slumber had not a pack of drunk hipsters camped soggily on our stoop – directly under our window – until the wee hours of the morning. I was ready to boil some oil and pop out the screens, I swear to God.

Really, I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever see eight hours again.
Or even six.

*sigh*

Anyway! On to a brighter subject.

At the risk of sounding like I’m gloating, in a couple of hours the husband and I are heading out to go do something awesome. So I’m going to log off and find something to wear, and then I will pretend like I have a couple of days to do some relaxing like an ordinary civilized person.

(Hint: I don’t. I have a LOT of work to do. Some of which I should’ve done today. Ah, well.)



* They begin every morning at 7:00 a.m., and usually (though not always) wrap it up by 7:00 p.m. – at least six days a week, and often seven. It’s been this way for weeks, and will likely continue for months. In other news, earplugs make my ears ache and I hate them.

She’s long gone with her red shoes on

3 years, 1 month ago, mid-afternoon

HELLO, INTERNET. My friend Andrea (of animal-rescuing fame) has four kittens she has caught, snuggled, and is in the process of vetting. These kittens need homes. Given how gob-smackingly adorable they are, I hope this should not be a problem.

Seriously. Even if you can’t adopt one, go enjoy pictures here and here, and feel free to pass them around. Likewise, click ye upon this-here post for the general info on how to obtain a ludicrous-cute kitten OF YOUR VERY OWN.

In short, Andrea will drive up to four hours from Fredericksburg, VA to put them in approved homes.

This covers most of the state of Virginia, a good chunk of Maryland, a good chunk of West Virginia, and even goes as far as Gettysburg, PA (she takes the back roads to avoid I-95). So if you’re anywhere in that ballpark, and you’re interested in rescuing some charming, purry, wicked-snuggly, four-footed cuddle-beasts, well … YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO.

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And in other news, here’s today’s progress on my fifth Clockwork Century novel – a book about teenage juvenile delinquents, hypothetical ghosts, and gangland mayhem within the walled city of Seattle … now with Bonus! zombie Sasquatch and the return of everyone’s favorite elderly cross-dressing Native American princess:


    Project: Inexplicables
    Deadline: September 15, 2011
    New words written: 2749 (eh.)
    Present total word count: 58,322 words




    Things accomplished in real life: Daily run/climb in all its sweaty glory; went to Walgreens to pick up prescription; went to bank to get quarters; did two loads of laundry, including bedding; assisted Russian translator with vintage American idioms for Boneshaker release over there; negotiated/scheduled awesome supper tonight with out-of-towners; exchanged day-job emails to set up my weekend work load.

    Other: Well, progress is progress. Had to undo some of last night’s word count. And probably won’t make any further word count progress tonight, given dinner plans. Ah, well. Back on the pony tomorrow.

    Total narrative fiction word count for 2011: 58,322 words