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2017

ConStellation 8
Lincoln, NE
April 28-30

MileHiCon 49
Denver, CO
October 27-29

Watch this space for updates!

Progress Report, in which I shock my readers

A bit behind, owing to a long but lovely trip to Vegas, the Grand Canyon, and Phoenix.

Oddly enough, I didn’t get much (read:  any) writing done last week.

Shocker!  Do pick yourselves off the floor.

Anyway, since I’m already a bit derailed, I’ll take the opportunity to catch up on what Jay Lake calls WRPA (Writing Related Program Activities).  Then, it’s back to work.  For realz.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

Current Music: "You Could Be Mine"--Guns 'n' Roses

Progress Report, in which less is more

I’m traveling this week, battling dodgy WiFi access, so this will be brief.

Inched forward with some words on the “Just a Game” rewrite, including 500 I managed to bang out on the plane.

I suppose I might be able to eke out some more verbiage yet this week, but given my track record with writing on the road . . . yeah.  The less said about that, the better.

No updates for Write Club.

And I’m out.

Current Music: An indoor waterfall

Progress Report, in which I consult my conversion tables

I pretty much have the rewrite of “Just a Game” figured out now.  I say pretty much because every time I believe I’m ready to begin the rewrite in earnest, I think of some new angle I hadn’t considered, some new nook that requires exploration.  At present, for example, I’m trying to figure out a proper way to appease an angry goddess.

Or it just might be avoidance behavior.  Hard to tell the difference, sometimes.

I am, I’ll admit, a bit apprehensive about this rewrite, though I’m not sure why that is.  So I forced to at least bang out a new paragraph yesterday, just to get the ball rolling and show myself that there’s nothing to be afraid of.  Well begun is half done, the saying goes, and according to my figurative-to-literal conversion table, that’s usually pretty accurate.

I’d like to wrap this up in a week or so—which, according to my wish-to-reality conversion table, means it’ll probably take at least two.  Maybe three.

Handy, those conversion tables.

No updates for Write Club.

I’m out.

Current Music: "None But the Brave"--Bruce Springsteen