Space Opera With a Twist
It seems the older I get, the faster time goes by. This year seems to have been shorter than the previous ones, and I am fully aware that the number of years I have left is also getting alarmingly shorter. Oh well. What can you do about it? Nothing, except live your best life and savor every moment. I want to wish my readers a Happy New Year. May we all find everything we’re looking for and wonderful things we didn’t expect.
“May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
That pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.”
And may the coming year be better than the last.
“May your troubles be less, and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door.“
As the old year fades away and the new year is upon us, I’m happy to report The Final Shore (Siobhan Dunmoore Book 9) is almost 80% written. I hope to have it completed within the next two weeks or so. A March publication date seems quite possible now. And then, it’s back to Imperial Dawn. Hopefully whatever was blocking me will have lifted by then.
A happy new year to all my readers, wherever they may be. Stay safe and healthy, fellow humans.
May you live as long as you want and never want as long as you live!
May Your Pockets Be Heavy and Your Heart be Light. May Good Luck Pursue You Each Morning and Night.
May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint!
May your troubles be less and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door.
May luck be your friend in whatever you do and may trouble be always a stranger to you.
And may we all be alive at this same time next year.
Happy New Year to all my readers.
Yes, I know. I haven’t posted anything in six weeks, but sometimes, inspiration doesn’t come all that well. In any case, I’m 90 percent done with Fear No Darkness (Ghost Squadron #4), so expect it sometime in early February. And now, to celebrating the new year.
“May your heart be light and happy,
May your smile be big and wide,
May your pockets always have
A coin or two inside!”
Time has flown by at hyperspeed once again since my last post. In my defense, I’ve been busy writing The Dirty and the Dead (Constabulary Casefiles #3) and as of today, I’m at the 85% completion mark. Barring unforeseen events, I’ll be done before New Year’s Eve. Whenever I reach this place in a story, I tend to get the words out faster and faster (and more importantly, in the right order!)
Here in the Great White North, it’s winter, not just by the calendar but by the weather. We had a few snowfalls already, but the last one the other day seems likely to have laid down this winter’s base coat of snow and ice. Unless the weather forecasters are completely out to lunch, it’ll be a White Christmas in these parts, which is always nicer than a slushy or green one. It’ll be time to moan and groan about winter come January. And we will. It’s a Canadian thing.
What will 2022 look like for this writer? First on the menu, after publishing The Dirty and the Dead, will be the fifth Ashes of Empire story, Imperial Ghosts. Then, another Siobhan Dunmoore adventure, perhaps? And, of course, a fourth Ghost Squadron novel. No slowing down here!
That being said, since this is likely my last post of 2021, I wish you all a Happy Solstice, a Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year. May you and yours be blessed with peace and joy.
Stay safe, fellow humans.
Last night, I finished revising Hard Strike (Decker’s War Book 7) and sent it to my editor. With Christmas coming up next week, I don’t think she’ll get to it until after New Year’s Day and probably not until the second week of January. But the holidays won’t impede a late January publication date, so I’m not worried.
I now intend to put the pen (or to be more accurate, the keyboard) aside for two or three weeks to recharge the batteries. As usually happens once I finish a book and send it to my editor, I find myself drained. A good thing I have an agreement with Mrs Thomson that I don’t work or even think about work at this time of year. But come January, I’ll dive into Ashes of Empire: Imperial Twilight.
Since this is likely my last blog post of 2018, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all.
Count your blessings instead of your crosses.
Count your gains instead of your losses.
Count your joys instead of your woes.
Count your friends instead of your foes.
Count your smiles instead of your tears.
Count your courage instead of your fears.
Count your full times instead of your lean.
Count your kind deeds instead of your mean.
Count your health instead of your wealth.
Love your neighbor as much as yourself.
Mrs Thomson and I spent the countdown to midnight on an airplane flying the last leg of the long, twenty-one hour journey home from an undisclosed location where we spent two weeks scuba diving, relaxing and eating way too much. We saw a few fireworks from up high, but it was an otherwise uneventful slip into 2018. Considering the blanket of extreme cold that seems to have smothered a wide swath of the Great White North, I’m sure uneventful was the norm rather than the exception, what with authorities cancelling outdoor festivities all over the place. And now, back to reality…
The coming year will have plenty to keep me gainfully employed as a writer. Three novels are on the schedule, all of them outlined and the first of the three already 20% written:
Speaking of Caelin Morrow, if you haven’t yet picked up a copy of The Warrior’s Knife (Quis Custodiet No 1), look for it at your favorite retailer. The reviews on Amazon.com have been uniformly positive to date.
A Happy New Year to all my readers. And for those living in the grip of Old Man Winter, stay warm!
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