Fiction Friday: in which I eat all of my mom’s Nutella

What are kids for, right?

This week I am not reading any fiction — all my reads are currently a) serious academic tomes or b) books on paganism and witchcraft. Or both.

However, I did write a short piece of fiction for Three Word Wednesday, now showing at live in demons and absent angels.  Go read that if you like dystopian stories. It’s about 750 words, give or take a few.

I’m also hard at work on The Jade Star of Athering. I may not finish it by the 5th, as I’m also filming a documentary this weekend, but I will finish it soon — never fear!

And my brain is just coughing up plot bunnies like it’s got a hairball problem. I seriously have more story ideas than I know what to do with right now. So I’m hoping that once I finish JSOA and let it sit before editing a bit I can sit down and work on some of these other ideas before they die from lack of attention.

Plot bunnies. So needy, I tell ya.

As well, Dead Transgressions will be getting my attention sometime this summer, and The Man of Bronze will also be tackled this year. So hopefully I’ll have more fodder for my Fiction Friday posts and will be actually, you know, writing them.

(And posting them the night before because that’s how I roll.)

 

Fiction Friday: tales of my travels

I’ve been travelling since yesterday, when I caught an 8:30 ferry to Vancouver from Nanaimo. Mom picked me up and we then drove down to Bellingham, where Village Books is. As publishers, we had business there — they have an EBM, and it’s cheaper per page to print there than it is to print in Vancouver. And an excuse to come down to Washington is always nice — do you know it’s my first trip outside Canada since 2008, when I moved back up there from Hawaii? Ridiculous, I know.

So here I am in a hotel room in Everett, where it’s way too warm, trying desperately to get out a few blog posts while I have steady access to internet and no interruptions. I also like my posts to appear in the morning, so it’s my last chance. Mom is loading up the car, and we’re heading down to Bellevue and Seattle proper today so I can meet an online forum friend (yay!) and because I have an appointment with a naturopath.

(Sidenote: the cleaning lady just came in here and saw me sitting naked on the bed, despite the no disturb sign on the door. Sigh.)

Then onto Village Books, where I can sit in the café and work on my computer while we wait for the proofs of our latest publishing masterpiece to come off the machine, before heading back up to Vancouver tonight.

I then get to spend two nights at my partner’s which is always awesome.

Anyway, writing while traveling is a funny thing. It’s sometimes easier — especially if you’ve scheduled that travel time as a writer’s retreat, which I’ll have to do in the next year to Hawaii so I can finish Islands of Fire and Water. If you haven’t, however, it can be harder.

Especially when Angry Birds is on your iPod, distracting you.

Next week I’ll have more notes from the revision pile, I’m sure. Today, however, you get to have tales of my travels.