I like Neil Gaiman’s post the other day about writing, wherein he talks about the magical state and the fog state of the craft. Some days, you know where you’re going; other days, it is akin to being lost in a fog.
For me, these days, it is somewhat akin to being strapped to a locomotive with a fully-stoked engine, going down-hill. It’s all I can do to hang on.
This, then, is one of those attempts to raise my head enough that I can shout out a few things without the wind ripping me off the engine entirely.
I’m teaching another class in a few weeks. Branching Narratives: The Mechanics of Plot Topiary”. It’s on March 25th at the Richard Hugo House in Seattle. For those who attended the one I did last fall an outlining a novel, this is sort of the follow-on workshop. It’s coming up quick, and I have no idea how full the class is, but the previous one sold out and then some.
The PR machinery for The Mongoliad is starting up. We should have some exciting announcements about Phase Two of our Sektrit Plans about that same time. Meanwhile, remember what I said about the train? Yeah, there’s a lot of work being done behind the scenes right now. There’s actually a bit of new Foreworld content that’s been written as well.
The Cabiri, an aerialist group I do some things for, is having their spring show in a few weeks as well. Tarhun: Legend of the Lightening God runs the first two weekends in April. It’s basically an ancient Hittite spring festival performance with monsters. I know. Where else are you going to see such a thing?
I signed the contract last week for a one-off book. Its codename was GREENFANG, but its official title is going to be EARTH THIRST. Night Shade is publishing it, and it should be out in the early part of 2013. It’s my vampire book, and yeah, it’s a “vampire” book in the same sense that the CODEX books are strictly “urban fantasy.” The gang at Night Shade is pretty excited about this book and that’s exactly the sort of home it needed, and so I’m looking forward to seeing what they do with it.
And now you can understand why I’m going to go hide out at the Rainforest Writers’ Village for a few days. I’ve got some writing to get done.