Cherie Priest

Tiny Godzilla since 1975

Why were you digging? What did you bury?

2 days ago, mid-afternoon

Busy Monday over here, with lots to cover – but I’ll try to make it quick. Business first, then puppies. Scroll if you just can’t stand the business bits…but stick around if you want a really good deal and/or to help a great charity.

    Subterranean Press is running an ebook sale – It’s a MAJOR sale, and it expires TOMORROW. Ebooks from $0.99 – $2.99. Including mine. Some of which are out of print. Just sayin’. (Dreadful Skin, Those Who Went Remain There Still, Clementine, and “Tanglefoot.”)

    Pat Rothfuss’s Worldbuilders charity drive – Click the link for details, and to see that this is the PERFECT opportunity for you to get a signed copy of Maplecroft AND support a great cause. Pat only has a handful of these; so if you’re interested, you’d best click sooner rather than later.

    Direct link to signed Maplecrofts for Pat – Right here, if you’re content to order without the explanation.

    Paul Goat Allen on Maplecroft – Paul is an amazing fellow and well known reviewer who has said such kind things about Maplecroft that it’s almost embarrassing to repeat them. Not that this will stop me. “Without giving too much away, I will say this—Maplecroft is a towering literary achievement. It’s a macabre masterwork. In terms of narrative intensity and abominable atmospherics, it’s comparable to anything Edgar Allan Poe or H.P. Lovecraft ever released.” [:: dies and is dead ::]

Once more, I must provide the handy-dandy links – for those of you who may feel inclined to leave reviews or place orders. Thanks a million to everyone who has done so thus far; and my apologies to those who are tired of seeing this particular set of links. I promise I will stop at the end of the month. [:: pinkyswears ::]

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Here’s today’s progress on my modern gothic ghost story about a salvage crew trapped in a doomed southern mansion – now with a crunchy murder ballad center and Bonus! clandestine cemetery where the stones don’t match the bodies (and were never meant to). As inspired by a (semi)true local legend:

    Project: The Family Plot
    Deadline: January 15, 2015
    New words written: 904 (see explanation)
    Present total word count: 16,091

    Things accomplished in fiction: Excavated a little bit of the graveyard, got back to the job at hand, and took off for lunch.

    Things accomplished in real life: Neighborhood jaunts with dog; housework; yardwork; dog-sitting (see below); visit to Mary’s place before the Writing Excuses workshop gets underway.

    Yardwork Other: Weeded and pruned the foundation plants at the rear of the house; got started on the back bed against the garage, but ran out of steam.

    Other: I realize the word count kind of sucks, but in my defense, it was actually almost twice that. Over the weekend, I went back and re-read/tweaked the existing material, cutting out a few hundred words and adjusting some of the tone. But oh well. I’ll just report the net count.

    Progress on Chapelwood Draft One: DONE. Sent off to the editor on Friday. BAM.

    Number of fiction words so far this year: 167,168

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This morning, I posted a rather ridiculous picture of myself – in order to celebrate the awesome new tee that arrived in the mail. Behold:

And so many people asked me where I got it, that I figured I’d post the pic and link here, too. I’m here for all your #BUTTS needs. Or rather, Rich Stevens is. Click here for some #BUTTS of your very own.

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Over the weekend, we pooch-sat the marvelous (and wildly misnamed) Cujo – who shall henceforth be known as simply, The Cooj. The poor fellow has three legs and a heart condition, but you’ll never meet a happier dude. He and Greyson had a grand old time farting up the place – kicking around the yard, barking at the yard sale next door, and occasionally luring people over to the gate to pet them.

And a very good time was had by all :)

author, editor, wife

3 days, 22 hours ago, mid-afternoon

I’ve spent the afternoon trying to figure out how to talk about Eugie. Should I begin with the first time we met? 2002, at a now-defunct convention. We were both new pros. She was wearing a French maid costume and bunny ears, carrying an Easter basket full of chapbooks. Should I settle for the last time we hung out in person? A couple of years ago at FroliCon. We paneled merrily, and made inappropriate jokes. After that…health issues kept her from the usual events where we saw each other. (I swung by the Daily Dragon office a few weeks ago, like always, even though I knew she wasn’t there. It wasn’t the same.) We’d been loosely in touch in the meantime, but only loosely, I admit. I knew she’d been diagnosed with cancer (a tumor in her sinuses) but she was fighting it and I mean, come on. It was Eugie. She was going to be fine. I knew that last month, she entered the hospital with respiratory problems (related to the cancer treatment). It was a shame she missed DragonCon, but there was always next year. (I could always swing by the Daily Dragon office in 2015. It’s only on the second floor. Don’t even need the Hyatt elevator to go say hello.) Only no, I can’t. Because she died today. I am stunned. I am sad for her lovely husband and family, and angry at losing yet another writer friend to cancer this year. I am confused, and frustrated. I am disappointed with the entire universe.

I’m not the kind of girl who gives up just like that

6 days, 3 hours ago, around lunchtime

Yesterday was gorgeous and I was burned out, so I grabbed my cousin and we hit the town in search of Halloween goodies. I picked up a few things to decorate the house, and a couple of things for me, personally – though I was bereft of the holiday-themed footie-pajamas someone assured me were available at Target. I found no such jammies, dammit.

I did find an awesome glow-in-the-dark tee shirt that has Snoopy dressed like a mummy, and I’m wearing it right now. Because Snoopies gonna snoop. Or something.

Anyway, while I got some revision work done on Chapelwood (pg. 264/326) I didn’t get around to any yardwork or housework – and I need to get off my ass and fix that this afternoon. So pardon me if I keep this brief.

Maplecroft links roundup!

    Amy Ratcliffe at The Nerdist goes to town on Maplecroft – “Are you ready for a world where Cthulhu meets Lizzie Borden? Yes, as in “gave her mother forty whacks” Lizzie Borden. If you can wrap your head around that concept, then you’re ready for the spook-fest that is Maplecroft by Cherie Priest. It’s a tale of the supernatural, the weird, and the dark things that come from the depths of the sea. For someone like me who was already convinced that going into the ocean equals death, this book was extra scary but also reassuring. Weird, right? But I feel better than ever about my decision to not put a toe in the ocean.”

    Pop Quiz at the End of the Universe – Over at I talk disgustingly delicious sandwiches, book soundtracks, and at least one anecdote I don’t think I’ve ever offered anywhere else on the internet … re: my catastrophic efforts to learn to surf in the early 90s.

And once again, as per usual – at least for this debut month of September – here’s a list of all the typical places from whence one might order Maplecroft and/or leave reviews for it, if you are so inclined: