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Tuesday, August 13th, 2013
Some announcements

First, please remember that I’m taking part in the SFWA reading series. Laura Ann Gilman is hosting the program, Phyllis Irene Bradford will also be reading. To register, go here. That’s tomorrow (Weds., 14th) in Portland.

Mindy Klasky has a new book out today! SINGLE WITCH’S SURVIVAL GUIDE, the first volume in my Jane Madison Academy Series  is in stores today!

You can read the first chapter here:

http://www.mindyklasky.com/index.php/books/fun/jane-madison-academy-series/single-witchs-survival-guide/ 

Congratulations to all who made the World Fantasy Awards ballot.

It looks like we sold our travel trailer. We had it on consignment for all of a couple weeks. Amazing it went so quick. Good news though. We are trimming down on the bills and this was one of them. No more insurance or storage on it. That’s a good thing. We’ll miss it, but possibly we’ll downsize to a smaller trailer or go with a boat (I know nothing about them, but I’d like to be able to get out on rivers and lakes more).

And if anybody knows the answer to this–cordite is no longer used in the making of bullets. What exactly does one smell when a gun goes off? Obviously gunpowder, but what’s the smell from exactly?

Friday, August 2nd, 2013
Bleedy bleedy bleedy and appearances

If I was a knight and I was required to swing a sword, I’d probably have no legs. Or arms. Pretty much I’d be the Monty Python Black Knight. Sigh.

Reading Laura Anne Gilman‘s Heart of Briar. It’s pretty damned good, so far. Laura Anne is going to come by the blog and visit soon, once I shoot her some questions. Got any you want to ask? About anything? (We can always ask, right?)

Took a long walk today. I’ve been feeling pretty upset/sad/down all day, no idea why. No idea. It occurred to me as I was walking that I like to worry. And I’m worried now, but no idea about what. No clue. I have to stop and just enjoy life. It’s lovely.

Speaking of which, I’ll be hawking this some more, but I’ll be reading with Laura Anne and Irene Radford in Portland as part of the SFWA Pacific Northwest reading series on August 14. Click the link for information on where and when and how to register. Spread the word!!!

And on August 24th, I’ll be signing books at Escape Fiction Books in Salem, Oregon with Devon Monk. 4 pm is the time! Please come if you can!

Wednesday, July 24th, 2013
WIP Snippet

Here’s a snippet. Hope you enjoy. Also, I’ve got a post up on Magical Words on Cardboard Characters today. Do come and visit.

Taryn could only blink in disbelief. It was the stuff of children’s nightmares and old world witch burnings. Her gaze dropped to the book on the rock. She couldn’t argue that there wasn’t magic in Axton. And Granger had come notifying the Book List after Hattie’s attack. He wouldn’t have done that if there wasn’t real power in the books and in the women who claimed them.

Where there was power, there was danger.

Surreptitiously, she nudged the book off the rock into the pool. It sank without a splash.

“I wouldn’t ever hurt you,” she said.

“The question is, why would my Lisette think you would?”

Taryn spun around and fell hard on her butt, only to find herself looking up at the business end of yet another gun.

Saturday, June 1st, 2013
a snippet

This is from the Southern WIP. I read this chapter at Miscon. This is the end of that chapter, if you were there and want to see where it’s going. Otherwise, hopefully it’s just mercilessly tantalizing:

 

He reached into his right breast pocket and pulled out a folded paper. He set it on the counter, put on his hat, and walked out. A few moments later, Taryn heard his car start and his emergency flashers came on again as he drove out the gravel driveway. She noted all this while she stood staring at the paper, her stomach twisting tight.

She knew with every cell of her body that it was a bomb. It would blow her life to bits if she read it.

Mechanically she walked around the end of the island. She reached for the paper, her hand hovering above it. She wanted to sweep it into the trash and forget about it. Instead Taryn slowly unfolded the page and smoothed it flat with trembling fingers. It was thin onionskin paper. The edges had yellowed, leaving the center a gray-white. The Book List was scrawled in bold letters across the top in red ink. Two columns of names followed.

She scanned them. Cora Brody topped the list. She’d died seventeen or eighteen years ago. Cancer, supposedly, though gossip said she had drunk herself to death. Taryn was inclined to believe the latter. She continued reading, recognizing most of the names, which wasn’t surprising. She knew everyone in Axton.

Then her gaze hooked on two names in the second column. The air leaked from her lungs and she couldn’t breathe. Taryn clenched the edge of the granite counter top, her body sagging.

It wasn’t possible. Someone would have told her.  Granger had told her, a mocking voice whispered in the back of her mind.  Granger had given her the paper, laid it on the counter like a gift. A deliberate act of cruelty. She hated him more than ever.

For there on the page were two names she could never have dreamed would be together, much less written in bloody red ink  together on The Book List:

Leyani Scalise

Cecilia Clanton

Taryn’s dead mother and her father’s wife.

Just like that, the bomb went off and her world exploded in flames.

 

Monday, May 27th, 2013
I’m BAAAACK

This last weekend was Miscon. It was spectacular. I love this con. It’s growing by leaps and bounds. It’s incredibly well-run, super friendly, and in a lovely setting. I had a blast. The panels were immensely well attended. At least 50-70 people each time. Course it didn’t hurt that panelists included Carol Berg, Patty Briggs, Jim Butcher, and JA Pitts, among others. The panels were tons of fun to do. I also did a reading from both WIPs, and got a fabulous response. Which is to say, people wanted more and enjoyed them. This was so good.

I can’t begin to tell you all the people I got to see and hand out with, both fans and not. I laughed a lot this weekend and enjoyed such great company. I must make a reservation for my hotel for next year.

I hope you all had a lovely weekend. I certainly did though I am completely and totally exhausted. Oh, and I got carded going to the room parties. Seriously. Me. Forty five years old. Carded.

Wednesday, May 15th, 2013
Where I will be in the next few months

Miscon will take place in Missoula, Montana, from May 24-27. It’s a fabulous little con. Can’t wait to go.

On June 14th, I’ll be at Jayfest at Powell’s Beaverton in honor of and support for Jay Lake, a fabulous SF writer who’s struggling with cancer. There will be a group signing and a book fair. Other authors include David Levine, Phyllis Irene Radford, Devon Monk, Barb and J. C. Hendee, Shannon Page, Mark Ferrari, J. A. Pitts, M. K. Hobson, and Tina Connolly.

On August 14th at 7:00, I’ll be taking part in the SFWA reading series. Laura Ann Gilman is hosting the program, Phyllis Irene Bradford will also be reading. To register, go here.

I’m planning on Orycon, and may be at Spocon. More on those later.

Thursday, April 25th, 2013
Winner and . . .

AddrienneM wins the giveaway! Send me an email. dpf AT dianapfrancis DOT com

Boy has made it back to school for one whole day. Yay. Girlie’s birthday is tomorrow. I baked treats today for her class and tomorrow I will bake a cake and also wrap presents and get ready for friends to spend the night. It should be fun. If I can stay awake. (All this after I get done teaching). I think the treats turned out well. I hope the kidlets in her class enjoy them. Girlie sure enjoyed making them with me.

I reached an epiphany on the WIP. I have had a difficult time starting on the chapter. I kept figuring out more details, but something eluded me, something key, that I needed before my head would get committed to writing. Turns out the piece that was missing was place. I had a place, but I didn’t have the terrain, the layout of houses, the specific where’s of roads and etc. I have that now and suddenly my brain said–okay, let’s go then. This is what I’ve been waiting for. Sigh. Why can’t the writer brain tell me things like this in a more obvious way so I know where to focus my energies? Gah!

Anyhow, so a breakthrough has been made and I am inching forward, feeling my way in the gloom. Finally.

Sunday, April 21st, 2013
Two Incredibly Important Things

First, I’m giving away another Amazon certificate. Forgot how much. Like maybe 10-15 bucks. Comment here to win. Say something entertaining if you like. In fact, tell me how much you love the gym . . .

And to go with the that, FUNNIES!

Sunday, April 7th, 2013
Finally, a Norwescon report

The bad news is that the Man left today. I am unhappy as are the kids. I also did some cleaning and laundry today. Yesterday we had dinner with friends, which was a lot of fun, and we also made some enchilada-lasagne to freeze. We made a total of four of them, and the Man took one back with him. One we’ll eat tonight, and the other two we’ll freeze for later. I like these. I layer enchilada sauce (mixed red and green with green chiles), corn tortillas, cheese, and a mixture of pureed onion, olives, and bell pepper stirried into hamburger, frozen corn, and black beans. It’s really fabulous.

But on to Norwescon. I’m starting on Friday, since I already told you about arrival and the reading.

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Thursday, April 4th, 2013
Spring yard cleaning

With improved health, the man and I have been doing work around the house. Because there are green leaves on things. GREEN!!! My roses are leafing out. Yes, I grow roses in Montana. And I have a grape and gooseberries. All of which are leafing out. Other things are slower, but I have faith. Anyhow, we have been cleaning the yard and I put down a ton of mulch with newspapers. Like 40+ bags and I need about three more to finish. Meanwhile the man fertilized, raked and bagged, got the lawn mower running, plus about fifty other little around the house chores. I didn’t plan for him to have to do so much, but wow it’s been so nice to have the help. And the company. I have missed him so much.

I plan to plant some peas in the next few days. I also need to find my miracle grow sprayer so I can fertilize things.

I got an invitation to go to Orycon, and I said yes, so looks like that’s on my docket. I’m excited! I haven’t been in ages. Like maybe a decade.

Can I ask you to go into a Barnes and Noble and see if any of my Horngate books are on the shelves? I would really appreciate it.