picture time!

Your tidbit for today: photographs from my research trip to London last year. You can start here, or browse the entire set.

It's an oddly-balanced set of pictures, for several reasons. First and foremost, I can't take pictures of 99% of the stuff in the novel because it isn't there anymore. The best I could do was to photograph some stuff like what was there. But that got hampered by the restrictions against photography inside Hampton Court Palace and Hardwick Hall; those were some of the most informative places I went, but I have very little to show from them. Finally, I also took a great many pictures I didn't upload, but they're reference shots from inside museum exhibits, and between the lighting conditions and the necessity of photographing through glass, most of them came out very poor-quality. So my apologies for the odd skew of the set. But those of you who have never been to London will at least have a few mental images now.

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My publicist wrote to tell me the other day that [redacted: I think I was not supposed to report this yet. But it had to do with a review.] It turns out that isn't the first review of the book, though. I got myself listed on LibraryThing as an author, and in exploring the links I discovered that two people have already reviewed it. One mixed-to-positive (according to that individual's allocation of stars), one overwhelmingly positive. And then d_aulnoy's ICFA con report includes her reaction; she grabbed the book in ARC while she was there.

Seventy days to street date. It's finally starting to feel like the book is on its way.

But wait -- there's more!!!

This just in: the Science Fiction Book Club has picked up Midnight Never Come as a "Main Selection" for June! (Er, I assume that's June of this year. But checking the e-mail, it actually says "a June catelog," so who knows -- maybe it's June 3185.)

A peek behind the business curtain: the money from this gets funneled through my publisher (since they're the ones who licensed that sub-right). Which means I'm suddenly a leap closer to earning out the advance for MNC . . . and the book isn't even out yet! My pie-in-the-sky dream is to earn out by the end of the first royalty accounting period, but since it hits the shelves June 9th and the period ends June 30th, that pie is pretty far up there. This sale just brought it down by a couple thousand feet. I may just make it after all . . . .

How It Works

I intend to pitch another Onyx Court book to my publisher, that would be set in the mid-eighteenth century and form . . . call it bookends, with And Ashes Lie. Either one stands on its own just fine, but they do form a pair.

I'm pondering that story in my off moments, even though it's Not What I'm Writing Just Now. Come up with an idea. Elaborate the idea. Oooh! It would be fantastic to have Character A do this thing where they tell the guy thus-and-such, 'cause that would put a really nice twist on the idea.

Go away. Do other things. Ponder.

No, wait. Given what happened in MNC, it totally doesn't make sense for Character A to have those lines. They'd never say 'em. But they're good lines . . . .

Okay, so invent Character B. Duh.

Keep pondering. While doing other stuff.

So how does Character B get into the story? Who is Character B? (A problem for next book, dear . . . .)

No, no. A problem for this book. Because it would be so much better if Character B were a side person in AAL, and then became more important in the next one.

Ooh, good! Let's remember that.

Ponder some more.

AHA! Yessss, my precious. Introduce Character B when Thing X happens. It illustrates that thing we wanted to do after MNC, and puts them on the board before their big important moment in the next book and stuff for the Victorian one, too! and oh yes this will do nicely.

Series writing is a new thing to me. Doppelganger got slightly revised to better support its sequel, and I've constructed a few closed-trilogy ideas, but this is the first time I've really gotten down into the guts of something conceived of as interlocking pieces, rather than as sections of a whole. Apparently this is how it works: your brain ricochets back and forth between different parts like the victim of a pinball machine, but every so often you hit something and rack up a few points, and then if you're really lucky lights start flashing and bells start ringing (and then be sure your ball doesn't slip past you out the bottom . . . .)

Pinball: my newest weird writing metaphor.