By Western standards, the house in which I spent most of my childhood in would be considered appalling. Situated in a squatter’s settlement in the midst of the sprawling city, it wasn’t much bigger than the combined closets of some households. For so many years, we didn’t have running water; we had to get water …
We’re doing a bit of a home reno right now. New fridge, kitchen, the works. So right now, we’re the very definition of poor. Not that we haven’t been, before. It’s aces of fun. (And no, this is not a plea for you to buy my book. That would be silly of me; I assume …
Not that anyone’s counting (well–except me), but I have now, to date, “finished” over eight manuscripts (of mostly crap). That is–eight full-length novels, numbering at least 50,000 words each. Most are closer to or over 100,000 words. Note that I am also not counting manuscripts I haven’t officially ‘ended’–I have a few more of those …
I finished Aina’s Breath, the sequel to Jaeth’s Eye, this weekend. Finished it, despite a full-time job, kids, personal stress, and other things. I’m not sure how. I think I’ve acquired a permanent tic in my eye, and my fingers have been shaking more than usual, and I’ve significantly forgotten what it was like to …
Obviously, when I was a kid, I spent way too much time around dogs. Growing up as an only child in a 3rd world country had made my life an oxymoron in so many ways. Because I was all they had, and because the news always featured a dead child for one reason or another every …
