Hey, look at that! The wonderful folks responsible for throwing the party known as Duckon 2009 have decided that since they were awesome enough to invite me as their Filk Guest of Honor, I should have a profile page to tell people who I am. That was sweet of them, don'cha think? (It probably has something to do with wanting people to come to their convention, but hey, I am not a picky person about anything but food.)

The picture that accompanies the profile is from our Red Roses and Dead Things photoshoot. You can tell because I'm wearing lipstick. All the rest of it could really just be a shot from any day in the life.

Pre-reg prices have gone up at this point, so you should really consider grabbing your slot before they jump again. You know you want to watch me talk folklore with Jim Butcher. You know you also want to see what kind of crazy we're going to cram into the concert. (Hint: I'll have just come out with a mad science-themed album, I own a lab coat, I've been known to do on-stage stripteases...) It's going to be a fun time all around!

Seanan vs. Illinois. Round one, fight.

Right. Today, I have...

...processed three full sets of edits for An Artificial Night, one of which was twenty pages long and may as well have been subtitled 'everything you know is wrong.' I have now repaired everything I know. Everything I know is now right, and it's a better book (as it almost always is after one of these experiences). But oh my stars and garters, that took hours.

...brought my initial rewrites on Newsflesh up through chapter eighteen. Note that Newsflesh is over five hundred pages long. I have essentially rewritten an entire book this week, with another entire book to go, just as soon as I wake up. This terrifies and thrills me on multiple levels, and it's really very cathartic to wade into the text with a machete and giggle hysterically as I remove the unnecessary words.

This week, I have...

...started the revision process on Late Eclipses of the Sun, the fourth book in the Toby Daye series, which is currently subtitled 'please let the first three be incredible, mind-blowing successes, so that I can sell this book, because I love it so.' Because I am occasionally an insane workaholic, I'm already more than a hundred pages into the revision. It's very soothing. I'm enjoying it.

This weekend, I'm going to get back to work on Lycanthropy and Other Personal Issues, because I feel like a slacker. (Yes, I'm aware of the sheer insanity of that statement. Carry on.) And with all this done and yet to do, I am going to bed, where I will sleep the sleep of the just.

Good night, world!