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Happy New Year! And some new goals and old

Happy New Year, everyone! For New Years, we took the granddaughters to a bridge across the Neckar, where we had a great view of fireworks in all directions. We shot about 30 Euros worth into the air ourselves. Here’s one:

Fireworks above the Neckar

2016 is getting off to a pretty decent start, as far as far as production goes. My word counts are steadily increasing, and I’m hoping to up them even more. I don’t know how much translation projects will cut into my writing time, but I am (once again) going to try to find a better balance. *g* Hey, I’m finally pulling it off between marketing and writing, now I just have to integrate translating into the mix!

Goals for the first quarter of 2016


– Get Dragons from the Sea to Judson. The translation is complete, but my significant other is still working on the corrections.


– Write an average of 5000 words a week, or do 15,000 words of revision. I need to challenge myself to start writing more on a regular basis, so I can get some of my many projects finished. (See below.*)

– Start revisions of Facets of Glass and Shards of Glass

– Write 2 new short stories

– Revise “Pool of Souls” and send it out

– Finish rough draft of Ygerna

Writing business:

– Schedule ongoing promotions for my books

– Publish “Starting Out as an Indie Author”

– Upload more story collections to D2D and Kobo (Oregon Elsewise, Earth to Mars, Story Hunger)

– Submit 5 short stories to traditional markets

– Publish “Shadow Artist”

– Publish “Degrees of Separation”

– Publish Cutting Edges; Or, A Web of Women as an ebook (It is presently only available on the Web as hyperfiction)

– List books with Babelcube & Noisetrade

– Put together collection of my writing articles with Jay Lake

– Put together collection of fantasy stories with Jay

* Long list of projects to be completed to cycle into the above goals:

A Wasted Land

Fragments of Legend

– Unnamed Thriller

– Another installment of Looking Through Lace

An Airship for Elise

Dragon Touched

I think that will be enough to keep me busy. 🙂

Good luck to everyone this round!

Happy New Year! And Happy new #WIPpet Wednesday!

We had a wonderful New Year’s Eve. We had the granddaughters again, like we have the last couple of years, and at midnight, we went outside to enjoy the fireworks on our street corner and shoot a couple of our own:

Fireworks are such a wonderful way to bring in the New Year, a celebration of what is to come.

During the quiet days between Christmas and New Year, I’ve been concentrating on catching up on the Big Translation Project. So I fear I haven’t managed to get back to the latest installment in The Pendragon Chronicles, and you will have to make do with Amber again. This time, I’m giving you 14 sentences for the new year:

When she reached the outskirts of Atlanta, she pulled into the empty parking lot of a big strip mall, parked her car in the back lot, and crawled into the back seat of her Honda. The sun was just barely beginning to flirt with the horizon, and Darcy wasn’t an early riser. Besides, when and if anyone looking for her came across the name of her high school friend, she didn’t want Darcy’s phone records to show a call early in the morning, the day after Amber’s husband was murdered.
She laid down, still wearing the curly blond wig. To her surprise, she slept deep and dreamless, only waking up when the sun began beating hot through the windows of her car.
Amber sat up, groggy and disoriented, not really knowing at first where she was. Then it hit her. Rick had been murdered last night, and she was on the run.
She bent forward, her arms around her stomach, and sobbed out the grief she hadn’t been able to express until now.
Feeling sick and shaky, she laid back down on the rear seat and spent a few minutes breathing in and out, in and out. Somehow, she had to get functional again so she could call Darcy and speak normally. The NSA listened to everything these days, she couldn’t have them digging up their records for the North Carolina police and finding a tearful phone call from a murder suspect — which Amber assumed she would soon be, if she wasn’t already.
She glanced at her watch. Almost nine am. Darcy wasn’t an early riser, but even she would probably already be at work by now.

WIPpet Wednesday is the brain child of K. L. Schwengel. If you’d like to participate, post an excerpt from your WIP on your blog, something that relates to the date in some way. Then add your link here — where you can also read the other excerpts. 🙂