A Plot Squirrel Attack—Diana Pharaoh Francis

I have no idea what I wanted to talk about today. I had an idea, and then it all went away when I was mugged (finally—I've been wandering through the seedier streets of my brain, trying to look at weak and helpless, rubbing bacon fat all over myself so that I'll look tastier to plot attacks, but the plot wolves seem to have been off at a party in somebody else's brain). Anyhow, I've been mugged (swarmed) by some insane plot squirrels left behind when the wolves moseyed off, and they have taken over my brain.

Devon Monk, R.J. Blain, Faith Hunter, and I, are putting together an anthology title Dirty Deeds (up for preorder now!) with four novellas and a couple of stories set in our individual worlds. Mine will take place in my Mission: Magic world. My brain has been swirling around ideas for the novella for awhile, but suddenly the meth-addicted plot squirrels have grabbed the wheel and we're careening backwards down a hair-pinned road through a magical canyon of coolness and fun and quirky plans and OMG I can't get away with that, can I?.

And yes. Yes, I can get away with them. (Cue maniacal laughter).

So just to give you an idea, in this book will be a goat named Elliot that's immune to magic, ghosts, a very diminutive giant, pixies, a love story, a not-so-love story, and a wedding gone seriously awry, plus a curse and some rather compromising situations.

It's going to be so much fun to write! Because let me tell you, that diminutive giant is VERY diminutive. Bwhahahaha!

And now I'm off to go chase the plot squirrels and see where they go . . .