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Work all day followed by a quick nap and no words before 7:30pm. Andrea kicked me out of the house and I trundled off to the coffee house, was disappointed by the lack of London Fog Tea, and sat to write. When I’m working on a project, it takes me a few days to hit my stride. So far, so good. I did a lot better with suppressing the urge to edit and hey, I made up for yesterdays shortfall.

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I think I’m going to try blogging as I go — nothing extensive because I don’t want to take away from the real writing but I do want to jot down my thoughts. This is a process of learning and experimentation for me. I’ve been writing short stories seriously for four years but writing something novel-length is a different kind of beast. One thing talked about on Twitter today was that some people actually start querying their Nano novels shortly after they’ve finished.

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Today is November 1st, the start of a new NaNoWriMo. I’ve been doing, or trying to do, NaNoWriMo, on and off unsuccessfully since 2002 when my efforts netted about 4,500 words. Timing is a bitch. After I start writing seriously in 2007, I intended to do Nano that year. That November, a few days into the month, my marriage split up. The following November was the official divorce. A few slim years later, it preceded bankruptcy.

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I’ve been running slow on spoons and managing my time carefully, and I neglected to post this sooner. I am extremely delighted to announce the sale of my story, My City of Ruins, to Timid Pirate Publishing, for their anthology Finding Home: Community in Apocalyptic Worlds. Pre-orders will be available on their website November 1st, and the anthology will be released on December 15th, just in time for Christmas. Behold, the Table of Contents:

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I just mailed off my first story submission since 2009. Most of my submissions are electronic but, dating back to my first submissions circa 2007, I think I’ve mailed off 5 or 6 stories or about 5% of my total submissions. Some writers don’t even own printers (John Scalzi comes to mind). Markets are evolving — not quite matching pace, but at least trailing the pack. Analog and Asimov both use the electronic submissions system developed by Neil Clarke.

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Fate. Destiny. The word Kismet is the Turkish word to describe something I don’t normally lend much weight to. Sometimes things happen, though. A completely random series of events that leads to something wonderful and there’s no better way to describe it. Yesterday started off kind of shitty. I was already in a bad mood, thanks to the Sunday dinner with family that ended in a bullying event by an asshole uncle-in-law that left me with back spasms, followed by a shredded tire on the borrowed truck driven by my brother-in-law that should never have been driven in the condition it was in.

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July 6th, 2009. That’s the date I discovered Crossed Genres. I know this because that’s the same date I submitted a story to them, and withdrew it the following day. See, I was still a very wet behind the ears writer and I was so excited about their current genre to notice that it was the previous month’s genre. Still, I had the good sense to email Bart and Kay the next day to let them know about my mistake but from that day forward I was a fan.

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We went to Toronto last week. Sort of a mini-vacation. We planned the trip around a few events and winged the rest. We didn’t realize the Toronto International Film Festival (TIFF) was happening, which sort of made finding last minute hotel rooms an adventure. We headed up Sunday, with an all too brief stopover along the way to meet up with twitter pal SheikYurbouti, followed by a mad rush to make it downtown in time for the first of our first of three Pearl Jam concerts.

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The Crimson Pact 2, which includes my flash fiction “History of the Flesh“, is now available from Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble, and probably other places that sell ebooks. Five bucks for twenty-eight stories and over 500 pages worth of fiction is a steal. There’s even a Youtube channel filled with book trailers if you need convincing. This little story is set in the same world as the novel I’m working and I’m very happy to see it in print, so to speak.

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August, blessedly, is over. Besides the heat, humidity, and histamine that’s kept me inside for most of the month, I shouldn’t complain too much. I watched my friends get married via Google Handout. The car broke down, requiring a tow and new battery. I watched Life on Mars (the UK version) and Andrea and I finally caught up on Fringe. Life on Mars — what a fabulous idea. Now that I’ve seen both the US and original UK versions I feel like I should say something about it.

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