Shannon

My short story “Gil, After All,” sold to Gilgamesh Press for their forthcoming anthology In the Footsteps of Gilgamesh. _______________ Healthwise: I went to work yesterday, because I’m still pain-free, but I was awfully tired and stupid-headed, making foolish mistakes. No ultimate harm done, I don’t think. 🙂 My doctor’s office called and changed my […]

Review love! From Suite101.com: “Ending the issue is ‘Eastlick’ by Shannon Page, the last of four evocations of childhood. This time the protagonist is Laura, child of divorce in late seventies / early eighties California, moving into a new neighbourhood with her single mother, and painfully aware of boys. Page beautifully evokes the awkwardness of

Slept well (thanks to Vicodin and exhaustion), and woke up feeling lots better, but still a bit tired. Even so, I was able to muster the energy to go check my PO box. Where I found this! The issue of Black Static with “Eastlick” in it! So…a night in the emergency room; a real live

So, there’s been a bit of excitement around here. Last night I turned the light out about 10pm and fell promptly asleep. Only to wake up at midnight with incredible pain in my abdomen–stomach region, left side below rib cage. No nausea, no vomiting, nothing like that–just pain. Various home remedies did nothing, so soon

Day Job all day. 500 words on the collab tonight. Very sleepy now. That is all…. ____________ Why no, I’m not just posting for the sake of posting. Why do you ask? 🙂

Let’s see. I’ve done this, hmm, at least 6, or perhaps 8, times by now. (Depending on how you count Demonhead…) But finishing a novel is a darned peculiar moment. You’d think it would be gleefully exciting, and relieving, and all that. And it is! Except it also isn’t. There’s a deep unreality to the

{A photo goes here} {but you will have to go to LiveJournal to see it} {because I cannot upload it on this-here website of mine} {Another photo goes here} {Then some captions} ___________ Elsewise…oh I finished a novel! 🙂 Entangled clocks in at just over 80K, and has been sent to first readers and, oh

I don’t know why I go to any other furniture store other than My Favorite Furniture Store. Today I finally made it back to that place where I’d peered through the windows twice, when they were closed; once I got inside, I was disappointed to find sub-optimal furniture at ridiculous prices. So I went back

Heh. It was funny to review the last few days of posts here…first I was all, Yay, squee, heat, oh boy, I love this so muchity much!!! Then I was all, Yeah, still hot. Then: Oh god make it stop the sun is about to crash into the earth and we’re all going to die.

I’m going to finish this draft of Entangled by the end of the month. I just am. I’m at 71,500 words now, and the plot is actually moving. I don’t know what the final word count will be…somewhere around 90K, most likely. I’m planning a big push this weekend, to hopefully get the climax done,