The Writing Life - Delusions of Self-Discipline

First, the plug:

I can’t believe it’s only 5 days until Bitter Angels comes out. I now have my author copies, and the book is GORGEOUS. Of course, I expect your book is like your own baby in this respect. It would be VERY difficult to acknowledge it as ugly.

Second, the admission:

I haven’t been doing a lot online lately, but I’m trying to fix that. My Facebook page and the fan page for Bitter Angels are up and running, although very much under construction. If you’re on Facebook and so inclined, my pages could use some friends, otherwise I think they’ll start mewling around the back door asking to be let in. The blog is in abeyance until I figure out how much I can keep up with. For the moment, I’m going to concentrate on becoming a regular here, so watch this spot.

But that’s not what I was going to write about. I was going to write about The Writing Life. I’ve had a bit of a kink thrown in my routine this week because my DS (that’s the Darling Son) is at art camp, which is Downtown. So, rather than deal with parking and driving back and forth and so on, we’ve been taking the bus in. I drop him off and go work at any of a Whole Bunch of WiFi and caffine hot spots around town until it’s time to pick him up. I mean, that’s one of the major upsides of being a writer, right? You can work anywhere. Plus you get little bonuses like spotting a Fairy Door you’d never seen, and seeing Rob Reiner having his breakfast at the Fleetwood Diner (and there is no way to make that not rhyme. I really tried).

The downside is finding out you’ve probably been deluding yourself about your ability to work anywhere. Especially when you decide anywhere include the coffee shop at Borders. Especially when the new Philippa Gregory novel is out and sitting there all warm and lovey and full of court intrigue and just _waiting_ for you.

Sigh.

C.L. Anderson has been known to tell people she lives in a stately Victorian home on a windswept island in Lake Superior with her three sisters and their pet wolf Manfred. She has also been known to tell people she is a science fiction writer living near Ann Arbor, Michigan with her husband, son and cat. What is known is that BITTER ANGELS is her first novel and she’s very much looking forward to many more.