--Cross posted from Tumblr


They make a fun noise as they rush past.

I know, it's a ridiculously over-used joke by writers. But it's another Monday, and pretty much everything I said I was going to do last week didn't happen. And the continued medical shenanigans going on in my life are a tailor made excuse for that, sure. That doesn't mean I should be using that.

So, last week I made some sort of vague promise about how I was going to blog about something involving writing this week. Which is a little difficult, as I haven't really managed to do much of that lately.

Hello Topic, so lovely of you to join us. Better late than never.

As you might know, I tried to write a ridiculous amount for the first part of Camp Nano this year, and while I didn't make the goal I set, I did manage to get through the first draft for two separate books and start the third. 

It's not like this is the first time I've had to stop a project in the middle and go back later. And I'm going back much quicker than I generally manage. Sometimes it's years before I pick a project back up again. I feel like the disconnect is always huge once I stop, whether it's for three weeks or a year. 

And much as I'm trying not to think about it right now, a lot's happened in my personal life since I stopped writing that book.

If this was LiveJournal I'd be hitting that little 'I'm lost' button. So I'm kicking it back to you.

What do you do when you've left a project for a while and it's time to go back?

--Cross Posted from Tumblr

I got good new this week, and I've been sort of sitting on it for a few days. I say sort of because I said something on twitter the day it happened, and I've told a few people, but I haven't been shouting from the roof-tops or anything.

So here it goes, in print because it's real and I'm still dealing with that. 

Back in the annals of history (September) I buckled on a parachute and sent my 2010 (?, I don't actually remember when I did it) Nano to a publisher. The space-western that doesn't happen in space and probably isn't all that western either. And then I went back to writing and only occasionally quietly panicking that my baby was out there in the world without me. 

Fast forward seven months and like five manuscripts (yes, I realize I'm insane, but that's a discussion for another day) and I finally got an email response from them. 

I'm playing the pronoun game with this because I feel like being prudent. Because I haven't signed anything yet so things aren't that real. Obviously they said yes, because this probably would have been a vastly different post if they hadn't.

It's strange that if they'd said no I'd have something deep and appropriate to say, instead of flopping around on the banks of River Yes wondering what to do next.

I'm pretty sure the answer to that is the same as the answer to everything else. Keep Writing.