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Imprisonment. Slavery. War. Love. Suspenseful historical fantasy: duskpeterson.com

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CURRENT CHALLENGES


(Original challenges slightly altered, because I never do things quite the way other folks do.)

One hour of writing a dayPledge to get offline 5 days a week100 DarkficsNaNoWriMo


PROGRESS METERS FOR 2015


Progress meters courtesy of Rikki A. Hyperion.


Wordage


0 / 300000 (0.00%)


Manuscripts submitted to magazines and publishers


1 / 12 (8.33%)


New works published


0 / 12 (0.00%)


New collections of previously published stories


0 / 3 (0.00%)


Reissues (only if I have the time!)


0 / 12 (0.00%)
duskpeterson: (grief)
I missed earlier announcements about this, so I only recently learned that Scribe (aka Scribe Mozell, Scribescribbles, and Miss Mozell) died last March 29 at the age of 55. I don't know the cause of death, but she had been in ill health for many years. She was a published m/m author but was best known for her fan fiction and for her original slash/het fiction, which dates back to at least the beginning of this century. (I'm not certain when she began posting her writings.)

I've linked at the bottom of this post to the death announcements and to her profiles and writings. (Her publisher's announcement of her death includes her offline name, which she never troubled much to hide; some of her writings contained both her offline name and one of her fan names. So I've linked to everything I could find.) But I'd like to say first what Scribe meant to me.

Read more... )
duskpeterson: (winter sled)
"Author's note: Oh God, I don't know what came over me. I'll go iron my hands now."

--Maculategiraffe.


This post is divided into parts, the first part aimed at my readers, the second part aimed at my fellow writers. Those of you who are both can read both parts.


For my readers: What I did right and wrong in 2014 )
For my readers: What I plan to do in 2015 )
For my colleagues: What I did right and wrong in 2014 )
For my colleagues: What I plan to do in 2015 )


In order to achieve all of the above plans, I'm going to have to tackle my web addiction and my schedule. I'll write more about that in my next post, about my personal life last year and this year.
duskpeterson: An apprentice builds a boat as a man looks on. (Default)
This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). This is the final story in the cycle.

Has everyone here been able to find their way through the cycle? I had a plea for navigation help from one reader.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

He knew isolation. Still, it would be nice if he could make friends here.

Happy New Year!
duskpeterson: (tree)
This mini-cycle of five stories is a 2014 holiday gift for my readers. It's also written in response to the 50 Darkfics challenge (prompt #79: rain). I'm posting one story each day through . . . well, January 2.

Sorry for being late with the fourth installment, folks. Like a lot of other people, I'm in the midst of a two-day professional crisis of dealing with VAT MOSS. I'll post the final story in this cycle tomorrow.

Five boys. Five rainy days. Five opportunities for trouble.

There was a gate there, meant to keep out the likes of him and his companion, but nobody was guarding it at the moment.

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