Good morning! Welcome to this writer’s workspace. Here’s what’s happening liiiiiiiiiiiiiive at Miranda’s desk:
What I’m working on: revisions to A Blood Red Sun press forward. My protagonist has reached a real low point. She’s been betrayed, her army is slaughtered, and she’s now a prisoner. In the coming chapter, her enemy will perform ritual human sacrifice to allow a goddess to claim her body as a host. Not looking good for our heroine.
Snippet from the screen: “A hot, dry wind blew. It pushed her hair back from her face, ruffling the feathers of her headdress. Kara stood with eight hundred and fifty warriors at her back and the dog at her side. The northern edges of the Huecalli desert spread dry fingers around her, and beyond, the high, bleak mountains of Acoya rose like teeth.”
On the iTunes: “So Nice So Smart” by Kimya Dawson
In my mug: The usual English Breakfast tea.
Out the window: Gloomy, gloomy, and more gloomy. I guess, as they keep saying in these trailers that I can’t stop watching…winter is coming.
Keeping me company: The Overseer is lounging on the floor by my desk, keeping a close watch; should I get up, he’ll be quick to steal
his chair my chair.
A little procrastination never hurt anyone: of course, the first link I have to share is to my own short story, “The New Arrival” just published by Electric Spec. Second, if you happen to live in the San Fran/Bay Area and like performance art, check out Sean Craven’s latest post on Renaissance Oaf. Finally, to get you in the holiday spirit, a NYTimes slideshow on festive drinks.
That’s all from here, dear friends. What are YOU doing today?