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  <title>Rose-Owls and Pumpkin Girls</title>
  <subtitle>The Journal of Seanan McGuire</subtitle>
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    <name>Seanan McGuire</name>
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    <title>seanan_mcguire @ 2008-08-13T07:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-08-13T14:19:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-13T15:17:54Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hairspray, 'Good Morning, Baltimore.'</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Three months ago today, we officially sold the first three October Daye books to DAW.  At that time, we'd just finished putting the first book, &lt;i&gt;Rosemary and Rue&lt;/i&gt;, through the editorial wringer to end all wringers; I could practically teach a seminar based on the process of revising that book.  A month after that, book two, &lt;i&gt;A Local Habitation&lt;/i&gt;, was ready to be turned in to my publisher, and I was just getting things underway with book three, &lt;i&gt;An Artificial Night&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months ago, I was in New York, meeting my editor and my publisher and -- in a weird, sort of existential way -- my future, because this is what I've wanted my whole life, and it's become basically impossible to say 'but it's never going to happen.'  It &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; going to happen.  It's all happening &lt;i&gt;right now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past three months, I've learned more about the publishing world than I had managed to learn in the previous thirty years.  In the past nine months, I've learned more about myself as a writer, and the craft of writing in general, than, again, the previous thirty years.  I've finally figured out where the pieces go.  &lt;i&gt;An Artificial Night&lt;/i&gt; is almost ready to be turned in, now.  I'm working on &lt;i&gt;Late Eclipses of the Sun&lt;/i&gt;, aka, 'book four.'  I've finished &lt;i&gt;Newsflesh&lt;/i&gt;.  I've finished &lt;i&gt;Lycanthropy and Other Personal Issues&lt;/i&gt;.  I've outlined InCryptid, in all its weird and wonderful glory.  I'm moving forward, and I've come so far, and I've got so far to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have a publication date for &lt;i&gt;Rosemary and Rue&lt;/i&gt; yet (obviously); my new website has yet to launch; all the frantic writing and revision has done a number on my social life and my recording schedule; we haven't even started shopping the next few books.  There's going to be a lot of work that has to get done before I can actually start saying 'go buy my book' and praying for an audience.  I know that.  And it doesn't matter, because three months ago today, we sold my first novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the happiest blonde there is.</content>
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