I'm still working on my very silly dragon book, which has just rounded the corner of 50k words and has only the vaguest suggestion of a plot. Do I know what's happening on it? No. Do I know where it's going? Also, no. Do I suspect that it's actually a duology? ...yes.
Anyway, my writing goal is 200 words a day on that project. At the moment, the very best I can do is to try to keep moving forward.
It was today. She’d thought she could avoid knowing the date; patrol was good for losing track of dates and times, and her memory was shoddy at the best of times. She scanned the ground below and ahead of them, seeing nothing but dense conifer forest, a few broad-leaved trees at the base of the mountain flaming with autumn. If she didn’t think about it—
Memory was the foul smell of a battlefield, making her gag. Anat, reacting to her distress, winged higher. Her muscles worked, the membrane of her wings made a snapping sound against the wind.
It was today.
The Battle of Three Rivers. Three centuries ago today.
There were moments when being effectively immortal seemed like an unimaginable cruelty. This was one of them.
From my latest project, tentatively titled Spindle, Shroud, Thorn
Getting organized to begin!
What I Write
I write both science fiction and fantasy, and I try to peer into the hearts of both characters and worlds. I have a fascination with languages, biology, and botany that shows up time and time again in my work.
“The Isthmus Variation” in Beneath Ceaseless Skies, 2010 (also listed on the 2010 Locus Recommended Reading list)
“Those Who Do Not Reap” in The Colored Lens Winter 2013 issue
“Path of Needles, Path of Pins” in Devilfish Review, 2014