So, I’m still slowly working through the TBR pile for reviews. While I know I’ve had these for a long time, and received them under varying promises of review publication (some were sent to me via Apex, and then they decided to stop doing reviews, then started again, then…gods only know.) as well as many of the interviews that were to be posted to Associated Content (that is my fault, I was under the impression we could set them up to auto-post over time, and we can not)…
And wow that …

I know, I know, H1N1. Still, when they first started referring to it as H1N1 in the news, one of the baseball coaches called it heinie, and it stuck. We won’t know until Monday if that’s what we’ve got (and Care is the only one that’s been tested officially) but meanwhile, we’re all scratchy, grouchy and really rather sleepy.
So, I’m quite far behind with NaNo, and I don’t know if I can make it up, considering I have two anthologies and a novel in edits right now. …

Is breá liom tú go dtí an deireadh. Mo chroí, mo anam, mo shaol, i gcónaí.
It’s just a word, dude. It’s just a word.

Day two has gone well. I re-read what I wrote yesterday, got myself into it and pushed out another slightly-higher-than-goal count for today. Which is actually yesterday, now, but never mind that. I’ve updated the word count meter here. I’ve also added a poll over there, so hop to. I’ll wait until you get back.
I didn’t get into my editing job, but I did work on more cover stuff. Created a back to go with the front of David Dunwoody’s upcoming release Unbound & Other Tales. Yeah, you read that …

New Bedlam Mock Cover Only
In 1809, Dr. James Devizes made camp in a low valley some 2000 miles north-west of Portland, Maine.
With him were his wife (Arabelle), their three children (James Jr., Anne and Elizabeth), his colleague Dr. Arthur Holker, five employees and their families and six of the most cruel, twisted, criminally insane inmates from Bethlam Hospital in England.
In 1810, the settlers christened the community New Bedlam.
And things started to go wrong…
* * *
A handful of outcasts meet in a darkened room above the New Bedlam Library, years after …

I’m working two anthology projects, three covers, two edits, a branding contract, a web client -PLUS- New Bedlam and that big project I keep mumbling about. Oh, and next month I’m doing NaNoWriMo.
I have two kids, a gaggle of animals and a home to uh…well, housework to ignore.
I’m terribly, horribly, terrifically bored. Things are so very slow that I find too much time to think.
You can’t see it, but my left eyebrow has pretty much hit my hairline, and yes… I am smirking. They say sarcasm is the lowest …

My apologies for the lateness of this posting. Issues arose both personally and professionally that distracted me from the blog and I promise to spank myself later. With a paddle.
Meanwhile, in the Writersphere….
It’s that time of year again, folks! Insanity ensues with writers from all over the globe putting fingers to keys, pens to paper and voice to tape all in the hopes of creating 50,000 new words towards a novel in November.
That’s right, it’s National Novel Writing Month in less than ten days.

Oh my gods, it’s actually only …