Faith Hunter

Dinkums on the deck after a rain

I joked on FaceBook about the between-books-panic. It’s real for a lot of writers, including me–a combo of the *will-I-ever-get-another-contract* worry, mixed with the *what-will-I-write-next* jitters, and a dash of the *my-last-books-are-still-selling* comfort, and all tangled up with the *if-I-died-tomorrow,-at-least-I-fulfilled-my-contract* stupidity.

I said on FB that I may paint a wall, but I know I’ll never waste a perfectly good cloudy day on that. I’ll work on the AKA’s old-dully that she pulled out from under the bed and scanned (because she lost the old file, like a ditz) and see if we can find a pub-home for her and it. But below is a pic of the writing woom (told you it needed color), and shot of Dinkums. Still missing him.

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Faith

A native of Louisiana, Faith spent her early years on the bayou and rivers, learning survival skills and the womanly arts. She liked horses, dogs, fishing and crabbing much better than girly skills. Still does. A love of history and ancient writings excite her even more, perhaps because she can trace her own family tree back to William the Conqueror's invasion of England in 1066, later to Sehoy III, an American Indian princess, and to the gens de couleur libre, the free men of color in New Orleans at the time of the War Between the States. As a girl, she fell in love with fantasy and sifi, reading five books a week, and wishing she, "could write that great stuff." Teachers in high school convinced her she could, and she's been writing ever since, with a desire to see ultimate good fight and defeat ultimate evil, and humans as part of the battle. Faith now shares her life with her Renaissance Man (Ren) and their dogs.

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Faith says:

September 3, 2009 at 8:50 am

Ohhh. Nice. I like the part about the old dog especially. I have the next book contracts all sewed up, tho. You write it!!!!
mythusmage says:

September 2, 2009 at 7:34 am

I was just reading Misty’s post at Magical Words about the 5 things you need to know about writers. Being the sort of person who makes connections between odd things, I got to thinking about the tendency of writers to wander off into imagination, the shamanistic journey, spirit guides, and the question of what to write about next.

Premise; A young writer has just finished her latest book and has nothing to do. In addition, her old dog—who’s been with her since childhood—has just died of extreme age. So our heroine has a tendency to go off on reveries in which she finds herself in all sorts of strange places. More and more often physically. With her dog by her side. Places that aren’t of or in this world.

All I can do is propose, disposal is your concern.