1. I am digustingly thrilled to announce that the Merry Sisters of Fate (that's me and my critique partners Brenna Yovanoff and Tessa Gratton) are doing a weird and strange anthology with my first editor, Yoda (whose real name is Andrew Karre). It's going to use the short stories we write on www.merryfates.com as a jumping off point, but it's also going to talk about the critiquing process, where we get our ideas from, what happens to those ideas after we write the story . . . and include our gmail chats, e-mails, and doodles/ outlines. Basically it's the anatomy of story-telling and I think it's going to be . . . something. Publisher's Weekly did a fantastic article about it here. We're also running an impromptu contest about it on Merry Sisters of Fate, too (and I also just redesigned the look, so you can let me know what you think).
2. I am going to be at the Williamsburg Public Library this evening for A Shivery Night That Lingers (get it? GET IT? I didn't name it). Just a reminder if you're in the area!
3. On Thursday morning at 3:15 a.m., I turned in a final draft of FOREVER to Editor Mixtape. Those of you who read my blog probably remember me saying something like this before. Well, this time, I mean it. That last draft I said that I turned in to David? I threw it out. Why yes, the whole thing, why do you ask? Well, I think I kept about 15-20k words. Maybe. Good thing, too, because this is the real draft. I don't know who that other draft belonged to, but it wasn't me. Only line that I will miss from the last draft:
"And it wasn’t like my life was defined by a desire to bump and grind with Sam Roth."
4. I know I'm behind on answering comments. That was because of the whole writing FOREVER again thing. I swear I will be catching up this week.
Now I'm off to get ready for the Williamsburg trip (it's raining, which makes me move more slowly. However, rain makes the dogs wet, and wet dogs always seem to go faster. Why is that?)
And I'm listening to playlists for Secret Novel, which I've learned may be coming out sooner than I thought . . .