…Sure, I know that.
This weekend I received a fantastic if mildly confusing compliment from my eight-year-old cousin, who was at the time trying to both claim my attention and demonstrate her superior knowledge to one of the other kids on the beach: “She already knows that. She’s a writer. And she’s married.”
…I’m not entirely sure what it is I’m supposed to know, but hey, I won’t argue.
Puppies!
Okay, so I was overstating matters when I said “light-to-nonexistent blogging.” But this doesn’t count. This is something cool to share. Specifically, some fantastic cover art.
Damn, that is nice. And it’s got puppies! Angry puppies!
To my knowledge, this is still tentative art, so they might tweak it a little before it goes out. But I really, really like this cover. It hints at a few of the matters that will be resolved in this book…and now I’m back to wishing I had a better evil author laugh.
Garbidg
One of the fun things about doing research for something new — aside from that moment when some new bit of information slots into place and suddenly the entire plot becomes not just clear but so obvious I can’t believe no one else has seen this yet* — is finding the occasional weird fact or phrase that just sticks in my head.
For example, I think I’ve found one of the first references to polluting the Charles River: a permit to allow people to dump “beasts entralls and garbidg” at a certain point along the shore. It’s got absolutely no relevance to anything I’m working on, but something about the phrase just amuses me greatly. Maybe it’d make a good band name. Or album title.
(This is all by way of saying that I’m researching something new, working on it right now, and…actually a little behind on my word count for the week. Expect the usual light-to-nonexistent blogging over the next few weeks.)
* Yes, I’m aware that many conspiracy theories start this way. Tinfoil hats are excellent sources of inspiration.
Margaret Ronald 