And I don’t have the continuation of Elf Blood, yet. I’d like to tell you this is because I have sort of an excuse. Two excuses. The first is the insane push to get the other house on the market so maybe it will sell during the short Colorado Sales Season and before we become insanely broke paying for double living arrangements ( a necessity foisted on us by the stupid cats. Particularly the geriatric one.)
Yesterday I did about seven hours of painting and cleaning and came home unable to move/think, which has been pretty standard, and why any revision/writing is going at a glacial pace.
Right now I’m proofing/taking pen to a collection, Here Be Dragons, which contains among others, such little known gems as the third nuns in space story, and things like Blood Ransom. I’m hoping to put it up before memorial day, so all my push is going into that.
It weighs in at 90k words, and I’ll put it up for the first week at the introductory price of 2.99.
Then what time I have is going to cleaning up/fleshing out/putting on bits on the thing I called The Haunted Air, but which is now Witch’s Daughter, and yes, it’s the story of how Michael Ainsling, youngest brother of the Duke of Darkwater gets involved with some very unsavory elements.
And what time I have should be understood to be around not just painting/fixing the other house but actually writing Darkship Revenge and trying to shut up Bowl of Red for Baen. So, you see I’m kind of running on fumes, and going as fast as I can. I promise to have Elf Blood and Rogue Magic, if not up at least on serialization again in a month or so, but give me a little space to breathe.
My priorities right now are dictated by money — see where we’re paying mortgage and rent at once.
Anyway, this is the longest “the IRS” (paying that self employment tax eats my account) “ate my homework” ever, but I promise to get stuff up soon.
Toodles. I go write.