Saddest Little Giveaway Winner
Four of you, count you, four people entered the book giveaway. 
Despite traffic numbers of about 60 per day, apparently the “On Writing” thing just didn’t do it for anyone but you lot. That’s ok – it just made the odds of winning better, right?
Phawk is the winner, which is awfully convenient, because I can just bring it into work with me – yay!
You other three, if you’re interested in meta-craft writing books, I think it’s worth finding this new or used.
In the spirit of getting myself into some sort of writing mind, I pulled the vampire book out of the basement and started to read it last night. It’s 130 pages long (double-spaced, typed pages, mind you) and 40 pages in… I’m surprised at how good I think it is. Letting it fester for 18 years apparently soothed away my frustration and disgust sufficiently to let me look at it in a more objective light.
Granted, there are bits of stilted dialog that make me FACEPALM, but it’s not striking me as being as juvenile as I thought it was (perhaps this has something to do with my reading “Blackbringer” currently – if I were 25 years young, this book would probably be rocking my world.) There are scenes taken directly from my life, people I’ve known lifted wholesale, stories I overheard stuffed in the cracks… but still. Not awful.
If I ever get a mind to write lurid gothy tales again, I may salvage this from the fire.
But now? Bathtime, and more reading of this old manuscript. Tonight, I think I’ll bring in a pen.