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Sunday, January 10th, 2010
Going to be on the Radio January 14th

So mark your calendars! I’ll be on with Carol Berg, Dennis McKeirnan, and L.E. Modisett. Here’s the link. I think you’ll be able to listen afterward too, if you miss it.

Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
Crimson Wind updatery

So today I got back into the groove of Crimson Wind, following the holidays and cold. I ended up writing 3200 words today, which makes me very happy. It means I may have found my way back into the groove. I think I even like a lot of it. Which is more than I can say about what came before, but I’m not sure if I can trust my own opinion on those other chapters since I had such a hard time with them having to draft them four different times. But I’m on track again and very pleased.

One of the things that’s been difficult is getting back into the heads of the characters. Max is easier than Alexander, especially since he’s more transitional. What I mean is that he’s undergone more changes and has to find his footing and identity again. That means he’s changing and developing, which means he’s in flux for me. But he’s about to go bad ass. More bad ass than before. It should be fun.

And now, a snippet from Crimson Wind.

She was watching him with cold implacability. Magic curled in her eyes like ribbons of smoke. Even this depeleted, she still had deep reserves of power.

“Never forget what I can do to you,” she said. “That was just a tiny tast of what will happen to you if you let anything happen to her.”

“She runs after trouble like starving sharks after blood,” he rasped.

“Yes. No doubt that will make the trip more interesting for you. Now go. It’s nearly dark.”

He hesitated then nodded respectfully and left. Outside, he found Niko at his side.

“Damn. That looked like it hurt,” the other man said with an unsympathetic grin. “Glad it wasn’t me.”

Alexander tossed him a baleful look but did not rise to the bait. “So where is Max? I do not want her to leave without me.”

Niko’s expression turned grim and a chill spidered down Alexander’s spine.

“Where is she?” he demanded.