There has been some confusion re the differing pronunciation between the first three NR audio books, produced by Blackstone, and the last two, produced by Audible.com. Blackstone did not consult me re pronunciations; so many things were mispronounced.. Audible.com did, and therefore got it right. Unfortunately, listeners assumed just the opposite, and have been leaving negative reviews. This has hurt sales, of course. I hope this clears it up.
Anyway, just wanted to get the word out.
Some people seem to have gotten the idea that CoS is the last Nightrunner book. It is not. There will be one more, very tentatively titled Shards of Time.
Here’s a kick ass article by author Juliet McKenna on the inequalities that crop up in various arenas of genre publishing, including reviews.
I’m really pleased with this. And no, that’s not supposed to be Alec or Seregil. And no, I’m not saying who. >;-)
Art work by Michael Komarck
Here it is, folks, the first good goof from NR 7.
“Going to the manglepiece, he opened a small casket that stood there and slid his ancestor, Corruth í ?’s ruby ring on his right forefinger.”
Found the text of an old interview in a folder. I can’t remember when it was or who it was for off the top of my head, but it’s apt. Maybe I’ll use it as my author bio in the next book.
“Lynn Flewelling is a medium-sized mammal native to Maine, but can survive in captivity in a wide range of climates, including southern California. It lives largely on tea and is not by nature nocturnal. It has a variety of calls, but perhaps the most poignant is the frequently heard “The deadline is when?””
My afternoon writing partner
All good things must come to an end. And so it is that this week I start work on the seventh and last Nightrunner book, currently untitled. As much as I look forward to trying fresh directions, I will really miss these characters, all of them. I’ve known most of them longer than I have my kids.
I am working on Glimpses II, though, and maybe more short stories. We’ll see.
That is all
From the house behind them they could hear Kari sinning.
His dark hair flowed loose beneath his scared helmet.
Before them the gassy rolling hills of the frontier stretched into the distance.
I ad mit it. I am not the most active person in the world. It’s very easy for me to spend the whole day working at the computer then reward myself with “Law & Order: Criminal Intent” reruns on the DVR. Or a movie. Or reading. In other words, on those medical questionaires, I usually have to answer “sedentary”.
I used to do yoga all the time, and believe very much in the Mind-Body-Spirit connection. I do pretty well on the mind/spirit connection, but the body too often gets left out of the loop.
Why am I writing about this on a blog I said was going to be about writing? Because it matters. Lately I’ve been hiking, doing two mile brisk walks around the neighborhood, and I just joined Curves again. I belonged four years ago, in New York, but lapsed badly. There the gym was inhabited by women of all ages. Here the median age is 68. It’s weird being one of the youngest people in the gym. For the first time in my life, I’m the gym bunny!
But I digress, as I so often do. What I find is that a half hour to hour of exercise first thing in the morning revs up not only my body, but my brain and spirit as well. I have more energy, I get more done in all aspects of daily life, and the writing really does go better, too. And if I drop a few more pounds and inches before my teaching cruise in October, so much the better, but I’m really doing it for health and brain power. Of course, it all comes down to living a balanced life, and frankly, that’s not my strong suit, but I can always strive.