Not much to say other than the winter continues its apocalyptic pace. I'm recovering from the flu, again, and still writing, reading epic amounts of stuff (when I'm not spilling tea all over my research stack, which is what I did last weekend in my convolescence) and every once in a while sleeping.
Some quick notes:
Caitlin R. Kiernan is a great writer and she has no health insurance. She has some medical issues and the requisite bills and she's having a mini-fundraiser on her website.
Kat has an interview with Justine Larbalestier over at the Fantasy Magazine website you should check out.
I thought I would post more about the daily progress of the book. I've found it's something I have little interest in sharing for some reason. It's kind of like, come follow me down all my dark alleys. A lot of them go nowhere. That's not true. They don't all lead to where you're going on this journey, but they often suggest ideas for later trips. But the novel is going well. I'm getting my rhythm.