Doug Lane

It might be time to retire the ol’ ‘68…

Nah. She’s not my type. 🤣

I didn’t even realize that one had a lithopane bottom!

DOUG LANE WRITES

Meet C.T. Robillard. Private eye. Works the streets of Houston just a few years from now. He's about to fall into a tangle of arson, murder, industrial espionage, self-erecting nano-buildings, and more than one brush with death.

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Who’s getting more per ticket?

It’s a Human Bitchapede!

This evening, I locked down the text of my first novel and the jacket with the printer. Digital and hard copy proofs upcoming. Ordering details to follow.

Nice! I sometimes wonder if I should have stuck with programming. As it is, I speak three languages poorly, and two might as well be dead. #rockingchairtales

Someone should, given that he probably doesn’t.

Venison Shepard’s Pie.

The secret is exhaustion. This is where a needy geriatric cat is a strategy.

Missing the missus. Drinking a Gigantic Boom! Pow! IPA before seeing BIRDMAN (2014) at the Reser with live score by the film’s composer, percussionist Antonio Sanchez - who largely improvised the original score. #notwoalike

That thing where you finally realize what’s missing from your book’s layout: the Acknowledgment statement! So you thumb through files for the list of alpha readers to properly recognize them all… and realize one of them has since died.

It’s a marathon, not a sprint.

The debut C.T. Robillard mystery novel EMBER SINS is firming up for a May release; then the second gets dialed in for Q4 2026; and in the interim, submissions and maybe a second story collection. #keepwriting

Well-deserved. Hands-down the best experience working with an editorial team for any story I’ve sold.

Old Man Buster got a clean bill of health from the vet - looking great at 18.75!

Well, yay!

This is a puzzler; it’s not a title I find on any of his filmographies. Do you have a year, perchance?

A dark gray and white cat sound asleep on a cat bed with his back legs out.

Waitin’ on couch time with the people be like…

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An orange colored flower with frost on it.

December 1: First frost.

I do!

I stopped this evening for a tally. Since 9/1, seven new or newly polished stories are done (30k words) and final revisions on a novel (81k words) are keyed. This might be my most productive two months in a decade. #keepwriting

Duck guts!!!!!

Duck guts!!!

Freezer labeling prevents surprises.

And the song is “We Built The City”.

Last Beaverton farm market of the season - Thanksgiving week provision highlights: rainbow chard, mizuna, romanesco, limequats.

Tomorrow’s queue: final proofing of “The Effect of a Monster Under the Bed on the Traveling Salesman Problem” - 5,700 words it only took 16 years to get right. On and off. #writing