Yippee! I got a Fedex delivery from Penguin on Friday and inside were not only two ARCs of Silksinger (at last! at last!) but two copies of the new German edition of Blackbringer, Die Elfen von DreamDark: Krahenmadchen!
I have dreamed about foreign editions, and I dream of more--more languages, new covers. It's so exciting! I don't speak any German, but leafing through the book I see so many cool words and have no idea what they mean. Thank you again to translators Cornelia Stoll and Friedrich Pfluger. Anyone who reads the German, please report back on how it is!
So, last I posted I was planning a freewriting "suckstravaganza" and invited my irresponsible but exciting Bohemian muse to stop by and join me. I must report that, after about an hour of decently loose freewriting, it all fell apart. It was Jim's fault. He got this notion to . . . go out. And . . . do things that people do. Like: have lunch and browse in a bookstore and sit around at a cafe. What a notion! He's been pretty cooped up with deadlines for a while, and all that time he was daydreaming about flaking around, sitting and reading for hours, going to cafes, etc, and the time had come to follow up on the daydreams. So we had a lovely day. Crepes, Powell's books, a movie.
So the muse hasn't really shown up, but it's my fault. One must sit in one's chair and be working, or the muse will stay away. They don't waste their time stopping by if you're shopping or eating crepes! Nope, you must have your butt in your chair and your fingertips on the keys or it generally will not happen. It's like a magical muse-summoning incantation. Butt in chair, fingers on keys. And it doesn't always work, no. But the only way it has a chance of working is if you do it. Sit. Stay. Write.
Perhaps tomorrow. Right now, I delve into the glory of . . . TAXES. Sigh. Muse assured to not put in an appearance.