Well, this is cool...

I sent the BeeFic off to an anthology contest called "Fight On!" back in September. They've finished the judging, and it made Honorable Mention. Which doesn't mean money, but it's going to be in the antho and I get a free copy.

You know, for a little story I banged out for an Iron Pen competition that I never actually entered, the thing is doing pretty well for me.

Well, this is cool...

I sent the BeeFic off to an anthology contest called "Fight On!" back in September. They've finished the judging, and it made Honorable Mention. Which doesn't mean money, but it's going to be in the antho and I get a free copy.

You know, for a little story I banged out for an Iron Pen competition that I never actually entered, the thing is doing pretty well for me.

A writer's work is never done...

So, I've sent out everything I'm going to send out for the foreseeable future, and then I decided to look at the contract for the Merc&theSnake story. And now I can start sending it to reprint markets (could have awhile ago, actually), so...yay?

If we're not writing, then we're researching markets. I know the first couple of places I want to send it, but after that it's an open question. Also, it turns out that the Merc&theSnake story is so old that I don't actually have it in .doc format. So, I'll have to rectify that as well. It never ever ends...

I think I'm going to throw up the BeagleFic as a freebie with a tip jar. Mainly because I've pretty much exhausted the markets for the thing but I still think people will enjoy it because, hey, funny, right?

Actual writing? Um. No? But, later. *nods firmly*

A writer's work is never done...

So, I've sent out everything I'm going to send out for the foreseeable future, and then I decided to look at the contract for the Merc&theSnake story. And now I can start sending it to reprint markets (could have awhile ago, actually), so...yay?

If we're not writing, then we're researching markets. I know the first couple of places I want to send it, but after that it's an open question. Also, it turns out that the Merc&theSnake story is so old that I don't actually have it in .doc format. So, I'll have to rectify that as well. It never ever ends...

I think I'm going to throw up the BeagleFic as a freebie with a tip jar. Mainly because I've pretty much exhausted the markets for the thing but I still think people will enjoy it because, hey, funny, right?

Actual writing? Um. No? But, later. *nods firmly*

I have wordses.

And they are good.

I have to keep reminding myself that This Is Epic Fantasy, Dammit, and thus I may be a wordy bitch and toss important exposition onto the page if I want to. But I'd forgotten how much actual fun this thing is to write. When the characters are frustrated and yet being snarky in that nice understated way, it's a blast. And you know, I didn't give you a snippet last week because of my computer woes, so have a (tiny) bonus snippet:

Before I could complete the thought, I found myself in my own body once more. I staggered against the wall and slid down it until I was seated on the floor with my head between my knees. "I'd like very much for that to stop. Now would be ideal," I wheezed. But at least I wasn't bruised like before, and my shoulder, blessedly, was still in its socket. "What happened while I was gone?"

"Your two dragons," said Malcolm, his tone long-suffering, "had a fearful bloody row. The lady dragon here nearly roasted your body where it stood before I reminded her that she'd be cooking the wrong person."

I have wordses.

And they are good.

I have to keep reminding myself that This Is Epic Fantasy, Dammit, and thus I may be a wordy bitch and toss important exposition onto the page if I want to. But I'd forgotten how much actual fun this thing is to write. When the characters are frustrated and yet being snarky in that nice understated way, it's a blast. And you know, I didn't give you a snippet last week because of my computer woes, so have a (tiny) bonus snippet:

Before I could complete the thought, I found myself in my own body once more. I staggered against the wall and slid down it until I was seated on the floor with my head between my knees. "I'd like very much for that to stop. Now would be ideal," I wheezed. But at least I wasn't bruised like before, and my shoulder, blessedly, was still in its socket. "What happened while I was gone?"

"Your two dragons," said Malcolm, his tone long-suffering, "had a fearful bloody row. The lady dragon here nearly roasted your body where it stood before I reminded her that she'd be cooking the wrong person."