I haven’t been around because I’m tired. I’m doing a damned good job of being productive, writing more than 4000 words a day every day (a lot for me), but in spite of that, my HAWKSPAR deadline is falling apart, and I’m dropping behind on other things, too. Have had a few rejections lately, which has not helped anything, and money is tight—that bane of the full-time writer’s existence—which ups the stress and the pressure.
Still, I like the words I’m getting. I’m backgrounding and developing a fantasy novel that is, until I sell the thing, code-named Project Blue. I’m excited about it. I’m tearing through Night Echoes, and I love what I’m getting on that. And I’m reworking The Ruby Key, though I think this project might end up being something I have to write the entire first book to sell. Ideally, I’d like to be able to afford to do that with every project. Now, however, is not the time to start doing that.