I wrote a lot last year. Like, I’m prolific when I know what’s going to happen next, but I wrote a 1990’s the main character has a brain tumor level of words last year. Not just hyperbolically. Seriously. I wrote so much that it’s July and in all of 2014, all I’ve ever done was rewrite what I’ve written last year. I’ve had three books out this year that I all love enormously (The Care and Feeding of Sex Demons, Coral Were His Bones and, of course my darling Changeling)  but the one thing I haven’t done this year was actually write something new.

Two days ago, Elisabeth said, “Oh! Here’s an anthology you’ll love, but it closes on the 31st. They want 10-40k.” We started to brainstorm and I’m 14k into it and about half way done. If it doesn’t get accepted, it’s going to still be an amazing story, and those are the best kind of anthology calls.