Hello, and welcome to my journal! I'm pretty sure you know who I am, my name being in the URL and all, but just in case, I'm Seanan McGuire, and you're probably not on Candid Camera. This post exists to answer a few of the questions that I get asked on a semi-hemi-demi-regular basis (currently, approximately every two months). It may look familiar; that's because it gets reposted every time the answers change, and to let new people know how we roll around here. (I will make no more Clueless references in this post, I promise.) Also, sometimes I change the questions. Because I can.

If you've read this before, feel free to skip, although there may be interesting new things to discover and know beyond the cut.

Anyway, here you go:

( This way lies a lot of information you may or may not need about the person whose LJ you may or may not be reading right at this moment. Also, I may or may not be the King of Rain, which may or may not explain why it's drizzling right now. Essentially, this is Schrodinger's cut-tag.Collapse )

The Large Hadron Collider (LHC) in Geneva will be firing for the first time on September 10th, at 9:00 AM (or thereabouts). Since I am not actually in Geneva, this means the Large Hadron Collider will be firing for the first time...tonight. At around 11:00 PM. After I've gone to bed.

So, y'know, I may wake up to discover that a black hole has been accidentally unleashed and will now begin cheerfully devouring the planet. Or I may not wake up at all, since the really paranoid people inform me that there's a decent chance the Large Hadron Collider will recreate the Big Bang and, in so doing, unmake all creation. (Amanda, before you hit me with your amazingly large physics brain, I know this isn't going to happen. But a girl can dream.)

So if tomorrow we're all reduced to component atoms, stardust, and the sound of voices screaming "I told you so!" into the void, well...

I regret nothing.

Do you?

Current stats:

Words: 3,130.
Total words: 8,980
Reason for stopping: chapter three is in the can!
Music: weird covers and We're About 9, alternating.
Lilly: standing guard by my chair.

Everybody dance now! No, seriously. With chapter three in the can, I'm getting a firm handle on my world, my situation, and best of all, my main character. (Especially when writing a first book with a new POV person, I can take a few chapters to really figure out what I'm doing. Which is what the second draft is for, obviously.)

Can I just note that this book is so damn fun to write? It should probably be criminal for me to spend this much time giggling to myself, and it's not just because of the mice. Also, it's a great excuse to go mucking happily around in cryptid biology. I am a very happy blonde right now.

I will now go eat tuna fish, watch television, and relax, all bathed in righteousness and glory.