Greetings, fellow humans, I hope this missive finds you well and alive, or at least hanging in there. It’s the season of harvests, but I find myself in a bit of a fallow period while I wait for the edits on The Folded Sky to land. I wrote about a third of a novella and realized that there wasn’t enough there there to justify its existence so I stuck it in a box to think about what it wanted to be when it grew up, and now I am puttering with a Hacksilver story that might be a novella or a novelette (probably a novelette), but which is making me suspicious that what I actually have on my hands, when combined with the other two Hacksilver stories (“Hacksilver” and “The Red Mother”) is a fix-up novel, or at least the start of one.
On the edge of autumn
On the edge of autumn
On the edge of autumn
Greetings, fellow humans, I hope this missive finds you well and alive, or at least hanging in there. It’s the season of harvests, but I find myself in a bit of a fallow period while I wait for the edits on The Folded Sky to land. I wrote about a third of a novella and realized that there wasn’t enough there there to justify its existence so I stuck it in a box to think about what it wanted to be when it grew up, and now I am puttering with a Hacksilver story that might be a novella or a novelette (probably a novelette), but which is making me suspicious that what I actually have on my hands, when combined with the other two Hacksilver stories (“Hacksilver” and “The Red Mother”) is a fix-up novel, or at least the start of one.