Writer-creatures do not do well when deprived of their preferred storytelling mechanism.

[anthimeria]

I am going LOONEY.  Due to the whole death-of-compter/terrible-customer-service-cancelling-my-laptop-order debacle, I will not be recieving my new laptop until late November.  Because I have regular computer access through my job, this would not be the plight it is if all my writing wasn't trapped in compressed backup form on a memory key.  Not to mention that I don't really want to put my novels on my work computer, that seems like very sketchy legal grounds.

Point of the story being, I cannot work on ANY of my long-term projects, and IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE.

I've written up a couple of new short stories, and hacked at them some, but my process with short story writing is so drawn-out that it doesn't soothe the writing itch for very long.  Editing a short story more than once or twice in the month after I first write it is mostly a useless endeavor, since I don't yet have the distance I need to see its flaws and how to fix them.

Thus: lunacy.

Now, I suppose I could start writing Sanctuary. I have the outline and all my worldbuilding notes doubly backed up somewhere I can actually get at them.  There are, however, two main problems with that plan: first, see above re: shakey legal ground on the company computer.  I'd like there to be no doubt I own all my writing free and clear.  Second: if I start writing Sanctuary I don't think I'll want to stop, and Skywatch is still my priority right now.  I want to get this thing in shape and ready to go out before steampunk becomes YA vampire romance, and Skywatch gets lost amidst the horde.

So despite this seemingly prime opportunity to begin the werewolf book, I think I'll just write a lot of short stories and hope I make it to the end of November without my head exploding.

On a slight more random note, I found a quote I'm thinking of putting at the beginning of Sanctuary--another Kipling quote (I have an excerpt from his "The Thousandth Man" at the beginning of The Novel).  Kipling might have been, to put it mildly, a product of his time (and his race/gender/nation), but his poetry resonates regardless.

EIGHT DAYS AND COUNTING TILL SWORD AND SORCERESS XXV COMES OUT!