Whew! Nightchild is finally done being revised for the eBook edition. I'm so relieved to be done with it! I was starting to really hate it toward the end.

I'm taking a break from Tobyn and company for a while. Powering through two novels in less than a year has made me a little tired of him, to be honest, and if the author is bored, then you know the reader will be, too. It's time to do something else for a while, like a mental palate cleanser.

I'm going to return to my retelling of the Tristan & Iseult legend, which I'm calling Knight of Sorrows. I'm excited about it, and I can't wait to get to work. I've already done an author's forward and a prologue, and now I can get to the meat of this very meaty story. It'll be a lot of fun, and I think I've finally freed my mind from my concerns about historical accuracy and research and whatnot. This is a fantasy, not a thesis, so I'm going to let my imagination have some room to play.

I call my company "Irish Horse Productions" for a reason. This horsie doesn't like being reined in.

Long time no see

Hi! I'm still alive, and neither space aliens nor men in white coats have collected me. I've been having more fun than the human heart can withstand lately, and it's been keeping me incommunicado. Mea culpa.

I've almost finished reworking Nightchild for the revised e-book edition, and that's good, because I'm getting really tired of the damned thing. It'll be a race to see what comes first: the completion of the typing or the match light set to the manuscript. I'm going to bet on the typing, because I have people who will slap me for playing with matches.

Once Nightchild is safely behind me once again, I can get back to Catherine's Wheel and see if I can rescue that from the shadows. I might even write something in a completely different universe, though, because right now I'm tired of Tobyn and company. Familiarity breeds contempt with imaginary people, too.

Irish Horse Productions needs a new bank account, since the old one was closed once the maintenance fees outstripped the balance. Writing is such a lucrative career. I'll be doing that while I'm on my lunch break from my day job today.

The first book, in its original bound version with the original cover art, will be available for sale at the Origins convention in Columbus, Ohio later this month. My good friends at Thenodrin Presents, who publish role-playing games and are fine people in general, will be handling the schlep-and-retail while I recover from last week's surgery. (Like I said, I've been having too much fun.)

Well, that's all the news that's unfit to print, gentle readers, and I'll be back with more once I've gotten past this little revising hurdle...