Today is a special day.
It is the day when we feral colonists engage in some bizarre traditions. There is ritual avian slaughter, a parade of ceremonial effigies, and several rounds of bloodsport practiced by some of our nation's finest (winners bathe in Gatorade from the sacramental fount; losers are sacrificed and served in mincemeat pie).
At least, that is what I suspect it looks like to Angry Robot, but they may be too polite (and too British) to say so.
While I am getting debauched on green bean casserole and cranberry sauce, they are hard at work, and they've announced their purchase of my first novel, The Buried Life, and its sequel, Renaissance Land.
In addition to everything else I'm thankful for (too much to list here), I'm thankful to join so many wonderful, talented people on their list of authors (just how did I get here?!), and I'm thankful to work with such delightful, innovative folks to get these books published.
It is the day when we feral colonists engage in some bizarre traditions. There is ritual avian slaughter, a parade of ceremonial effigies, and several rounds of bloodsport practiced by some of our nation's finest (winners bathe in Gatorade from the sacramental fount; losers are sacrificed and served in mincemeat pie).
At least, that is what I suspect it looks like to Angry Robot, but they may be too polite (and too British) to say so.
While I am getting debauched on green bean casserole and cranberry sauce, they are hard at work, and they've announced their purchase of my first novel, The Buried Life, and its sequel, Renaissance Land.
In addition to everything else I'm thankful for (too much to list here), I'm thankful to join so many wonderful, talented people on their list of authors (just how did I get here?!), and I'm thankful to work with such delightful, innovative folks to get these books published.