Austin didn’t get rain this time around. It moved to the east of the city from south to north. But in the early morning the storm clouds and the sunlight conspired to light up the sycamore behind us until it glowed white against the clouds. I grew up in the north, where rain meant greenery and mud. Here, rain means blue and bone. I don’t know what those colors signify, but no one told me, Read more…
Just a reminder that I will be at ApolloCon in Houston this weekend, where I will be reading and signing copies of The Crow God’s Girl, The Unexpected Miss Bennet, and any of the Gordath novels, which should all be available in the dealer’s room. I don’t have my schedule yet, but as it is finalized I’ll post it here. There are some interesting panel topics on the menu as you can see on the Read more…
This is the way I looked when I left the house today: This is the way I looked when I got home: All images metaphorical. I don’t ride in full dressage kit, but I was looking particularly spiffy in a white tank top, gray breeches, and cowboy boots. When I finished I had been stepped on (ow ow ow ow OW! GET OFF HORSE!), pushed around, then covered with dust, red gatorade, and horse sweat. Read more…