And the new anthology Kickstarter for which I’ve been asked to write a story is live, folks!
Bedtime stories for kids ages 3-8 (& their parents!) Probably going to be fantasy-heavy, since most of the writers are SFF. The editor is a man I’ve worked with before, and he puts out very high quality books. I’m very excited to be included in this project!
(And, btw, there’s still a ‘tuckerization’ available at a certain funding level–wherein I’ll name one of the characters in my story after you or your child–whatever name you specify.)
Anyway, have a look, and if it seems like a project you’d be interested in, we’d really appreciate the support. My husband S.C. Butler will also have a story in the anthology, and I’m already excited to read it. Apparently, my first dog Sydney figures prominently, so I’m really NEEDING this project to be funded…
2. I’m heading to my parents’ next week for a few days–it’ll be my first multi-day trip away from the kiddo. It’ll be good to see my folks–they’re thinking of relocating to be closer to us out here, and there’s a lot to be done to try to make it easier on them, but I’m going to miss my boys terribly even for just a few days.
Wish me luck getting through the separation without shuddering myself into an anxiety ulcer or something.
3. Writing is going well, though always more slowly than I expect it to. About 3/4 of the way through a draft that will be awesome if I can just get the story in my head onto the page in any semblance of order. Actually, that’s the job for drafts 2-5 or so, but still, I’m having a hard time reminding myself that it doesn’t have to be perfect right now–it just has to be on the page. It’ll get there. I have a couple of 12-hour travel days coming up. Writing ought to take my mind off family worries nicely.
4. Xena the
Sausage Piglet Warrior Princess is enormous. She’s weighing in at 54# and that’s on a restricted diet. She could still stand to lose a few pounds for the sake of her hips (in a dog this size, and of unknown parentage, I do worry about hip dysplasia) but she’s a big dog even if she doesn’t grow any more. Also clumsy (as a sausage rolling off a plate, hence the nickname) and a clown. Also a really sweet dog who follows me devotedly and is currently chomping a stick from the woodpile into toothpicks because the cow femur she’s supposed to be playing with isn’t, apparently, as much fun as splinters in her gums. Big dope. I love this dog.
5. We’ve had one of the prettier autumns on record, and it’s still going strong. My chickies are nearly through their molt, so we’re getting eggs again, and the region is still buried in apples. Happy Fall, y’all. I do love October…