It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. I’ve been editing and set poor Pimi to the side. I’m not sure how many words I’ve written today, because I forgot to look at my wordcount before I started.

First:

Pimi fingered a length of cloth on a low shelf in the clothier’s shop.

Last:

He gestured to a curtained area. “We keep them here.”

Besides this, I spent the better part of the day watching puppets talk to each other. I’m fairly certain that I did no manipulation myself, although yesterday was very busy.

Today is my nephew’s birthday. Happy Birthday, Peter!

I started my online journal two years ago today after I got a call from Lazytown and sold my second story. I guess this would be a clear example of the aphorism “the more things change, the more they stay the same.”

Rob and I are planning on staying in Iceland after we wrap production. I’ve sold nine short stories, gone to Orson Scott Card’s Literary Boot Camp and have written two more novels. Now if I can just sell one…