it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken
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five random things make a post, redux

And working on heavy rewrites turns me into short-attention-span Bear. Regular service will most likely resume after the draft is finished.

1.) I am out of Kelpie books. I did not need another Kelpie song now, because Kelpie songs breed Kelpie stories, and we can't currently be having that. And yet, the world sends me Kelpie songs.

He could put me high on a pedestal
He could rob me all of my shame
He could hold me under water
Till I could not remember my own name


2.) Page ~330 of the b&%k, and the party has finally assembled. You know, I've run role-playing games like that.

3.) via johnjosephadams, Wastelands Cover, Copy, TOC & Pub Date!

4.) I have gotten to the scene where Cahey makes his terrible mistake. (Yes, after saying I was quitting for the day, I went and wrote another 500 words. Because I couldn't concentrate on anything else. Even though I haven't practiced guitar in a week, and I have Netflix stuff to watch. For new readers: I always get like this around this part of the book. Aren't you glad you don't live with me?) That is why I am writing blog posts and goofing off on the internet rather than writing this scene, because it's a big giant setpiece thingy, and I am feeling blah.

In a minute, I will probably go start it anyway, because, well, I can't concentrate on anything but the book. Even the wonders of Chuzzle and Bejeweled fail to distract me.

If you think is bad, you should see what I'm like the week after I finish a first draft.

If I were any kind of a sensible writer, conscious of my image, I would delicately elide this part of the process, but what we're here for is to provide insight into the life of the working artist. So you get a front-row seat for the thrashing.

At least I have a Richard Thompson concert to distract me tomorrow night. And the damned heat has finally broken. The Presumptuous Cat is sacked out in the bedroom, which has been closed off for the past three days because it faces Southeast and whoa nellie the sun and the hot. She might forgive me for locking her away from her bed sometime this year.

5.) Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.

--Gautama Buddha
Tags: b&@k hate, edda of burdens, qotd, the glamour!, the writer at work
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