Fiction For Now
My father and I call and text like typical 21st century family, but we also maintain written correspondence like 19th century intellectuals. (Occasionally we even write like them: planning a holiday visit might be phrased as “Cherished father, I propose myself the pleasure of waiting upon you and my mother this Michelmas…”). We’re both English... Continue Reading →
If I haven’t had much web presence the past few weeks, it’s because I just got back from Mars. Or at least as close to it as I’m ever likely to get! My Laddie and I took a hiking trip to Utah, where the stark red rockscapes let me imagine we were exploring the Red... Continue Reading →
As summer draws to a close, so does my mad blitz to finish the Syzygy series. I plunged into the story like the deep end of a pool, drafting nearly 60,000 words in about six weeks. That's an unprecedented rate of productivity for me. Now, with Red Shift in the hands of my beta readers... Continue Reading →
Maybe it's my OCD talking, but year's end always strikes me as a good time for cleaning. As long as I'm packing away the holiday decorations, why not go a bit further and start the new year organized? While tidying my office recently, I unearthed a folder crammed full of writing-related material I'd forgotten I'd... Continue Reading →
I have a confession: I hate New Year's Eve. No, really. On a philosophical level, the reminder of time passing and dreams yet unrealized depresses me. On a pragmatic level, I can't stand hordes of noisy inebriates and restaurants pushing prix fixe menus at four times their usual rates. The handful of times I've ventured out to... Continue Reading →
