Pretty much all books, history, science, civil rights, anime, travel, or, you know, baby animals.
New cover for An Untitled Lady! Aiming for readers who like historical fiction as well as love stories. Goes on sale this Tuesday (March 3).
I had a fantastic time touring Santiago, Punta Arenas, Puerto Natales, and the fjords and glaciers of Chile; Torres del Paine National Park and Buenos Aires in Argentina; and Iguassu Falls, from both the Argentinian and the Brazilian sides. Took many, many photos (and got story ideas), but I like this one best, taken by fellow tour member PC. Like Elsa! Except, well, the cold does bother me a little.
I thought about writing blogposts about each leg of the trip, but on the way home I caught a cold so wicked it looks like I got punched in the eye, so I’ve been sleeping a lot instead. Might settle for a photo album; not sure the timing now that the Holidays are upon us. But I did write about Napoleon on England’s shores for the December blog party over at Deanna Raybourn’s site this week. She writes cool travel stories, some set in the 1920s–very fun!–and is playing the gracious hostess to more than two dozen fellow historical and adventure writers. Already I have a list of their books to check out this year, and the month is only half over.
Now I'm thinking I'll use the photos I took on vacation as writing prompts for January; if at the end of the month I have something worth making into a real story, then huzzah! If not, practice is always good ;-)
He was a boy after all. When it came to the point, it was she who remembered the past, she into whose soul the iron had entered, she who knew whose room this had been last year. It endeared him to her strangely that he should be sometimes wrong.
… All the fighting that mattered had been done by others—by Italy, by his father, by his wife.
"George, you baby, get up."
"Why shouldn't I be a baby?" murmured George.
Unable to answer this question, she put down his sock, which she was trying to mend, and gazed out through the window.
“In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of the others. In the almost unfathomable [fiction of] Ts’ui Pên, he chooses— simultaneously—all of them. He thus *creates* various futures, various times which start others that will in their turn branch out and bifurcate in other times. This is the cause of the contradictions in the novel.
"Fang, let us say, has a secret. A stranger knocks at his door. Fang makes up his mind to kill him. Naturally there are various possible outcomes: Fang can kill the intruder, the intruder can kill Fang, both can be saved, both can die and so on and so on. In Ts’ui Pên's work, all the possible outcomes occur, each being the point of departure for other bifurcations. Sometimes, the pathways of this labyrinth converge. For example, you come to this house; but in other possible pasts you are my enemy; in others, my friend.” -- The Garden of Forking Paths, p 98