I have to believe this is the way it is. This is what I am, how I perceive the world at the depths of my being; don't try to change it, don't try to dismantle it ( Read more... )

I always feel like I should make a proper update, but then I just think about all the things I'd rather be doing, like painting and cleaning my room and editing. And then I think about great shimmering dragons rising outside my window, and all attempts at a properly informational report are gone. This is the best I can do ( Read more... )

Much of adult fiction, most of what I have come in contact with, is weak two-penny babbling. It is about nothing, from nothing, going nowhere, ending nowhere. And not doing it well (to do this would require incredible literary skill). It is pages and pages of utter fluff and bright colors, sex, drugs, swearwords, absurdities, rage, primal fear, ( Read more... )

Hey, I'll be in Venice next week, so if you want me to send you a postcard, put your address in a comment so I remember and have your address. If you are Kit, Ruth and Michael say I need to make plans. Are you free Tuesday?

We started by hiding from Rory behind trees and bushes at Lincoln's Inn Park and then went to the John Soane museum. Then it was a walk down to Southwark (chewing rosemary and lavender as we followed the Thames) and Borough Market. donuts and pizza and mulled cider and cheese samples and dried fruit ( Read more... )

Today I finished the first draft.

Statistics:
338 double spaced pages
103,350 words

Let the rewriting begin.

Let all who have read or are reading it know that the phrase "The Child of Light" is hereby struck from all of the manuscripts. Replacement term not yet located. Bring forth your blackout pens.

Me, Venice.
February 13-20.

Salzburg was incredible.  I danced with joy the every morning when I saw snow and mountains.

The hill behind our schloss 
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Shan let me in and led me to a small room lit mostly with candles and filled with chairs. A fellow called Neil got me tea and we all sat down with mulled wine, hot cider, tea, and mince pies, to tell stories.

We told. We talked.
It was three hours of storytelling; they like the story I told, they said I told it well.

It's all about the oral