Lilith Saintcrow's Blog, page 221

I so want this coat. I've been dressing in black, umber, gray for so long. I think I want a little flash.

The morning mist is burning off. I have that odd stuffed-head feeling that I normally have when it's misty, and when a story is beginning to come together. I need to reread what I have of the current Jill book to make sure I have all the threads in place before I start weaving the critical second third of the book.

I'm taking things one day at a time, yes. But that doesn't mean I can't...

Yeah, my heart is broken. There's no way of getting around it. Don't tell me the cracks will make it bigger, just yet. Don't tell me time heals all. Because pain knows no time, only endurance. All you know when you're in pain is that it effing HURTS. Pain, like a crisis of pleasure, is timeless-infinite.

So I'm just…dealing. There's been a lot of cleaning, a lot of organizing. And writing. I did try writing out what I was feeling, but after an initial dump of anger and agony I figured out...

Some good news: I've been nominated as a 2009 Favorite Paranormal Author of the Year over at Bitten By Books. If you like, pop on over and vote–the poll post is here, and the actual poll is on the right on that page. Go, vote, be merry! I'm honored to have made it to round 2.

I'm also gearing up for the release on November 17 of Betrayals, the second Strange Angels book. Despite what it says on the Amazon page, there is NO pregnancy in this book. I don't know why Amazon is classifying it like ...

I know, I didn't do a Friday writing post today. Instead I worked on the current Jill book, wrote down how I was feeling (lots of words there, more than I've been able to get out in a single day for a while) and cried sometimes from all the wonderful love and support.

Thank you, everyone who has emailed, posted on Facebook, talked to me on Twitter, called, offered to drive down as soon as possible, thrown me a rope, sent me good wishes, sent me good karma–the list goes on and on. I am amazed. ...

So, yeah. Some of you have noticed that I'm not my usual sparkling self. I'm having tremendous shakeups in my personal life. This is difficult, so bear with me.

I am saddened to report that I am separated from my spouse. This happened in May for a variety of reasons. Since then I have been trying to keep everything under wraps. I am a pretty private person–stop laughing, really, I am. You'll notice I use pseudonyms for everyone other than people who are already in the public eye here. I also d...

I'm thinking Tuesday will become my errands day. The crowds have gone down and a lot of the Monday shoppers have gotten what they need.

My friends tell me I need to meet more people. It's not like I live under a rock, it's just that I'm a single mom and dealing with a lot of stuff. The Universe seems to agree with my friends, because all of a sudden people I didn't know were interested are all saying, "We want to spend some time with you. Come and do X with us, or something else?" It's nice...

Feeling absolutely looneytunes lonely and down today, after a restless night.

This is when writing is so very important. It catches me when I fall. Writing has never, ever let me down.

I'm sometimes asked how I write when I'm upset or depressed. My feeling is, this is the time it's most critical to write. The act of creation flies in the face of everyday (or even Big Major) Life Crap. It also helps restore perspective or provide a little distance from whatever's bugging you.

So today, it's the w...

[image error]Happy Friday, everyone! I started out today feeling ultra-lame because I didn't even have a ghost of an idea about the regular Friday post. But I've got news, so we'll get to that first. To the left you'll see the cover for Death's Excellent Vacation, an anthology coming out in August 2010. There's a ton of awesome authors in it–LA Banks, Charlaine Harris, Christopher Golden, and Jeaniene Frost, to name a few. My story, The Heart Is Always Right, focuses on a gargoyle who wants to visit...

Why is it that when people ask you questions, they often don't want an answer, they just want support? It's getting to where I have to stop and look at people and ask, "Why did you ask if you did not want to know what I thought? If you want support, tell me you want support, but don't waylay me with a question and then downplay what I say because you've made up your mind you want something specific.

I can read minds–I'm a mum, for Chrissake. But I don't like to. It's impolite.

This concludes...

Dumped out 3.5K, both in revisions and a new scene, yesterday. It feels good to have, as Ellen Foster would say, my fire back in me.

I've been dealing with so much personal stuff that some days it's all I can do to open up a file and look at the words, read a couple scenes, and tweak. There have been some 200-word days, which is about as fun as opening another hole in my head and dousing it with napalm. slogging through is a matter of sheer bloodymindedness. Some days I doubt even my...