Every month I make a post to tell folks what I'm working on, a) because it seems polite, b) because it keeps me accountable, if only to myself, and c) so you will understand why I do not have a social life. This is the first such post of 2014, chronicling the January 2014 works in progress.

To quote myself, being too harried to say something new: "These posts are labeled with the month and year, in case somebody eventually gets the bizarre urge to timeline my work cycles (it'll probably be me). Behold the proof that I don't actually sleep; I just whimper and keep writing."

Please note that all books currently in print are off the list, as are those that have been turned in but not yet printed (Half-Off Ragnarok, Sparrow Hill Road). The Winter Long, Symbiont, and Pocket Apocalypse are off the list because they're finished and in revisions with the Machete Squad. The cut-tag is here to stay, because no matter what I do, it seems like this list just keeps on getting longer. But that's okay, because at least it means I'm never actively bored. I have horror movies and terrible things from the swamp to keep me company.

Not everything on this list has been sold. I will not discuss the sale status of anything which has not been publicly announced. If you can't remember whether I've announced something, check the relevant tag, or go to my website, at www.seananmcguire.com. Please do not ask why project X is no longer on the list. I will not answer you.

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Before I forget, I want to take a moment to celebrate two very important birthdays.

I met kyrielle online somewhere between fifteen and eighteen years ago, which is positively terrifying if you stop to think about it. We were MUSH* buddies, on a variety of games, as well as being chat/IRC friends and just general companions. She has been there, pom-poms waving, since the start of my career, and well before it. She is smart, sweet, sensitive, sensible, and an amazing mother to her two boys. I sort of feel Ralph-ish where she's concerned: if this girl likes me, how bad can I be?

And then there is saendie. We went to high school together. We wrote for the same ElfQuest fanzine, back in the days of paper fanzines (sort of like fanfic.net on paper, where it could be confiscated by your teacher). We did drama and hung out in J Hall and fought and made up, and she was like, seriously, one of my very first cheerleaders. She was there when I drew a thing, or wrote a thing, and while she wasn't slavering with her praise, she was always ready to be amazed and applaud me for blowing her away. That makes more difference to someone just starting to gain confidence in themselves than I can say.

Happy birthday, ladies. May you continue to be amazing, incredible, and all-around superb for the next year, and for many years beyond.

I am proud to call you my friends.

(*Multi-User Shared Hallucination: a form of text-based RPG.)