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Grumpy, crunchy, and a little rabid this morning.
Dojo work last night was all take downs and falls. On mats, but a lot of middle-aged dudes learning basics from the lock to the drop. At one point, as practice dummy, Sensei tweaked my bad shoulder just enough that I’m on some asprin and advil for the swelling this morning.
And the world sucks.
</Homer, backing slowly into the hedge>
Started a new short yesterday on the phone while in town. Boston’s latest adventures, for a future issue of Thrill Ride. Always trying to stay 2-3 issues ahead of everyone in my writing, in case I have to stop and write something at the last minute for one of my magazines to fill space. That’s usually a Sloane Webber story, if you see those.
And why I fired half of the BSQ Syndicate last fall and replaced them with folks who were actually happy to write and deliver stories on time. (…and a little rabid this morning.)
Kincaide 3 is somewhere around 50k. Major plot twist to outsiders, but something that has literally been telegraphed from almost page 1 of book 1. Just took a while to finally unfold, but I promise you you’ll go back and see it. I’m like that.
Got a bunch of other projects that I want to write when I finish Kincaide. And shorts I continue to write on the side, including Harri the Merchant, with two novellas done at present and ready for next year. Gonna write two more so I fill a nice block of stuff, since Kincaide is going to be a three month project, but I knew that, and I write on the phone.
You’ll get your Redlance story tonight. I was too fried and in pain last night to manage it, because I don’t remember where we are and need to write several more of those after Boston.
Crunchy. Getting better. Getting coffee in me to take some of the rusty edges off. Less likely to bite isn’t the same as unlikely, but it’s a Tuesday, and you know what that implies.
Cheers.
shade and sweet water,
b
West of the Mountains, WA
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