I aten’t dead
I am slightly ashamed that I only seem to blog when I’ve got something to sell. That’s going to change. But I’d be even more ashamed if I didn’t support my publishers when they’re doing something which is good for them, and for me, and for anyone who wants to buy bargain books.
So, Riptide have revamped their site and are currently offering a Site Launch Sale Bundle: Hot Historicals (http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/collections/hot-historicals) which is on sale at 60% off for one week only–sale ends 8/12.
It includes
And is available for 60% off normal retail price. Which is well worth while starting blogging again for 🙂
Seriously – I think my slump is finally coming to an end, and I hope to pick up the Write On posts and more normal blogging habits soon. I’ll probably wind up to it this month and do it properly from September.
Well I must admit that I’d been wondering, but hoped that you’d be writing so feared an “Oi are you okay?” email would disrupt the flow. Glad to hear you’re getting back in the groove. 🙂
I’m having the dreaded summer-holiday slump, whereby everyone in my family is in the house with me and therefore I am going quietly insane with lack of writing/alone time. Made worse this year by the fact that it started in May, before DH found a new job, and therefore I’ve actually had someone in the house with me since November last year.
I don’t think anyone minds hearing about what you have to sell. 🙂
Hope you haven’t been doing a Granny Weatherwax on your household. (for their sakes)
*g* Thank you! Coincidentally, I’m down with the flu today, so I would do a good Granny Weatherwax impression if I only gave up and lay down 😉
… someone in the house with me…
Oh Alex! I really feel for you. I’m in a similar position – himself retired last July and even if he’s in the shed or the garden he’s THERE, if you know what I mean, poised to turn the power off or to suggest that a cup of coffee, dinner or a clean house would be nice. Mot unsettling.
Roll on September, eh?
It’s hard, isn’t it? Even when they’re in a different room there’s always the possibility they’ll look in and interrupt you, and that possibility makes it hard to achieve the sort of deep-immersion zen state you need (or I need, at least) to drag a first draft out of the dark. You’re always held in a shallower state of awareness.
You need a shed, away from the house where no one is allowed to come unless it’s a matter of life or death. That’s one of my life goals now 🙂
A shed – yes! I feel every woman should be allowed her own space, but we are expected to share. I have most strongly insisted that since himself has a workshop, a greenhouse, several sheds and has taken over my pottery studio as a wood store I should jolly well have a place of my own when we move. I’d prefer a yurt, though, because of the whole Scythian vibe. I’m determined to write young Anatolios’ story one day.
Dragging a first draft out of the dark is a very good way of putting it. Mine are both kicking and screaming at the moment.
Oh, a yurt sounds lovely, with a big stove in the middle of it and lots of rugs. I was thinking maybe a gypsy caravan, with a bed in the back and a stove for making coffee and keeping me warm in the winter, and its own generator cunningly hidden under the desk for the computer.
First I’d have to get a bigger garden to put it in, though.
That whole ‘room of our own’ thing is still a problem isn’t it? People seem to accept that the men need a piece of sacrosanct territory where nobody else goes, but you don’t get the same cultural support for the idea when it’s for women.