June 11th, 2008

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Typing it old school

The first book I wrote, NO SONG BUT SILENCE (which I presume is terrible, and am afraid to look at), I wrote sitting at the end of my parents’ living room couch in Alaska, a word processor balanced precariously on the arm while I typed away.

Sixteen years and sixteen novels later, I’m sitting at the end of my own living room couch in Ireland, a laptop computer balanced on precariously on the arm while I type away.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

ytd wordcount: 212,000
miles to Minas Tirith: 508.7

(x-posted from the essential kit)
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