Where the heck have I been?

Well, I had a bit of an accident involving a veloceraptor and my right arm. Ok. It wasn't a dinosaur, I got between my dogs, who were fighting on my lap, and got bit. They always say "don't stick your hands in the middle of a dog fight" and what do you think I did? Yeah. I was thinking PROTECT THE iPAD IT ISNT PAID OFF! And the iPad still ended up flying across the room, and I ended in the ER. Typing is still really difficult. It's been quite some time, and the wounds are healed, but the tendons and muscles aren't really in the cooperating mood yet. I got some stuff written today and the whole rest of the day my arm was an aching, throbbing mess. I will do my best to get back to updating this blog daily, but until my arm is healed, everything is a single-handed endeavor.

So, that's my story and I am sticking to it.

I am totes professionally legit published. Totes.

BEHOLD. BEST PRACTICES FOR GOVERNMENT LIBRARIES. BE AMAZED. BE ENTHRALLED. BEA ARTHUR.

Also, why are updates slow? Last week, I was writing posts on my Android tablet, and it kept insisting on saving to a draft and wouldn't let me publish. This week, I'm writing everything on scraps of paper (but still writing a story a day) and I haven't typed them up and posted them yet. Yes, I know, I'm a bit crap.

Hugo-madness

So, Hugo nominations were announced today. Dude, I know, right? And Chicks Dig Time Lords, which contains a comic by me and Katy Shuttleworth, was nominated! We're thrilled to death, and really excited for our publisher, Mad Norwegian, and our editors, Tara O'shea and Lynne Thomas. I've made friends with a lot of neato-cool people because of this book, such as K. Tempest Bradford and Seanen Macguire, just to name a few. I've gotten to do things at conventions I normally wouldn't have gotten to do, such as autographing a book for my favorite author, among other awesome things.*

*Also, the above is exactly 100 words. Just for the hell of it.

It was such a dirty business...

POLITICS

The zombie-rights activists were at it again, always stirring something up int he news. Most vampires hated it, they felt it weakened thee caused of their own kind to be lumped into the same "undead" category with zombies, who were indiscriminate in their want for brains. Vampires were undead, sure. And they wanted another vital part of humanity. But it wasn't BRAINS. Going after brains--a lost pint never hurt anyone. But NO ONE saw that. It was just... "eww, you're undead, you feed off the living, gross." Zombies would be the death of vampires--politically, socially, all of it.

Spontanious destruction was a real pain...

CRIME

Apparently if you are the witness to one crime, and the victim of another crime in the same twenty-four hour period, the police take a special interest in your mundane little life. I know, right? I mean—I am the victim here. Wrong place, wrong time, all of that. No, I have no idea how all that glass shattered at the museum. I’m really sorry for the Tiffany stained glass windows, and all those cases, but don’t look at me. And I have no idea how my house caught on fire. You can’t think I—look, ok. It’s possible. Maybe.

Obligatory First Post

So, this is the first post that one must make when starting up a new blog. I hope this will be a place for some of my projects, including my goal/dream/whatever of doing 365 micro-fiction stories--a 100 word story for every day of the year. I figure January 1st is a great time to start such a thing.

Hopefully there will also be comics, short stories and other things, as I work them out. But I will strive to keep everything as close to "short form" as possible.

So, who the heck am I?

Short version: writer, librarian, crazy cat lady. I have (so far) one comic in print, in Chicks Dig Time Lords, another comic on LiveJournal (http://tw-babiez.livejournal.com), and some micro fiction on various websites. Links to come in the future (give me a break, it's 3am New Years morning).

Anyways, tally ho!