Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 219

Today's writing post is another oldie–from April 27, 2007. For various reasons, once I reread it this morning I started crying. I still believe, very strongly, that art saves lives. I have made it through two marriages now, and the Infamous Vampire Novel I refer to below has been sorta-published. But I still hold to everything I say here.

At my blog today I wrote about how deciding not to engage can save one's life. Here, because I am feeling both introspective and ambitious, I want to talk...

At the end of this post you'll get a chance to win a signed copy of Betrayals. I'll just tell you that up front.

My beautiful weekend suddenly sprouted Things To Do like a wet log in the forest sprouting mushrooms. Not even the good kind of mushrooms either–not edible or, ahem, fun ones. No, these mushrooms are slimy and gunky and poisonous and…oh, yeah, some of you may be trying to eat. Sorry about that.

Well, it's better than knocking around the house bored. And after Friday I'll be able to g...

So, here's the first giveaway for a copy of Betrayals. Are you ready?

To enter, go here, to the Deadline Dames. I'm offering a copy of the second Strange Angels book (the one that isn't even out yet) as a prize for Dame Rinda's Readers on Deadline #9. Go, have fun! Participants have a shot at winning the book! Signed, no less.

I will be doing other giveaways starting this Friday, both for my blog AND for my newsletter. I don't have many copies, so stay tuned and keep nimble.

I'm keeping this...

I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year, but I haven't finished the one book I was working on. ARGH. This is going to be fun.

On the bright side, this will give my discipline a little extra boost. I can always use that.

So if you don't see me around for a while, I'm probably hunched feverishly over a keyboard somewhere, tryi like hell to get 3K a day out. My brain is going to feel like a wrung-out sponge at the end of this.

Buckle up, baby. We're going to ride.

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This post is from the old Midnight Hour writing blog, where I used to do Friday posts. The Midnight Hour is defunct now–sad because I liked it so much. But I managed to get my entries off before it went bust, which means I can offer you this one. This is from November 23, 2007, and I think it's still timely. Another note: this is crossposted to the Deadline Dames, where there is all sorts of great advice and giveaways.

Critique is like marriage counseling. One does not want to admit that one h...

There's an interview with me up over at Publishers Weekly's Genreville. They asked me all sorts of questions about urban fantasy.

And, yesterday, guess what happened? I was just hanging out on my front step, minding my own business, when FedEx dropped off a box. Guess what was in it. NO, GUESS! Okay, I'll tell you.

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Copies of Betrayals, that's what!

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Isn't the new cover gorgeous? I really like this one. It's due out November 17th, and I'm so glad to get a few of them early.

Of course, the Princess ...

I do not like American football[1:]. For a long time I have considered it a shameful waste–a waste of young men, a waste of tax revenue for the stadiums, a waste of energy and enthusiasm. I realize not many people share my views. That's OK. I'm used to that.

When I was running at the track over at the middle school, I would always dread this time of year. Because American football tryouts and practices would be going on in the field inside the track. I hated the aura of effort and misery over t...

Cotton wool stuffing my skull. Stuffed nose. At least the cold doesn't seem to be getting any worse. I can still hit the treadmill in the mornings, which is a step up from the last round–that was the Travel Cold From Hell. *shivers* Ugh.

I am in the stage of writing a Kismet book where I have an acute attack of nerves. Nobody's going to like it, I don't know what I'm doing, who do I think I am… The usual. The good thing is that I've done this so many times by now that I'm prepared for the...

Yesterday my friend MakeMe took me to the mall. We ended up going down to the Hawthorne district in Portland too, to visit Chopsticks and the Gold Door. It was good to get out of the house, and even better to spend some time with a good friend. Unfortunately, I caught a cold somewhere in the crowds of Sunday browsers.

So this morning I'm logy. Enjoying the rain coming down outside, it's starring the puddles over and over again. It makes me feel all nice and cozy, nevermind sniffles or the mud ...

Crossposted to the Deadline Dames, where there are contests, more writing advice, and occasionally giveaways. Go take a look!

It's no use fighting it. I'm a winter writer.

I actually never thought about it until the Selkie looked at me over dinner one evening and said, "You didn't know that? You get all your work done in the winter. It's like you're powered by rain." (Or something to that effect.)

I'm not sure whether it is the rain and the fact that there's nothing to do outside (except drown, ...