Ah yes, I recognize this state. It's the, I have delivered a book and now I will mope around the house fruitlessly, wasting hours of my life and not wanting to talk to anyone or do anything, suffering bouts of insomnia and amnesia, unable to focus on anything, portion of our programme. Post-novel ennui, possibly my least favorite part of my job.
I'm going to be stupid and restless for a good several days, guys. Sorry.
Since I am deep in the throes of post-novel ennui, I pause for a moment to list the things I really ought to be working on, and when I need to have them finished by. The shtick here is that one writes down the first lines of all one's works-in-progress, on the theory that this will inspire one to closure on a WiP or two. If you are joining us in progress, it goes around the livejournal writergang every three or six months.
I blush to admit how long some of these stories have been on the dratted list.
On the other hand, it is getting shorter. I had 13 short stories on it the last time I did it, I think.
Two novel revisions:
By the Mountain Bound (what, November 2008, I'm guessing?)
I know the scent of old.
Although technically the first words are:
in bondage now bides
the Wolf, 'til world's end
One-Eyed Jack & the Suicide King (soon, so I can pitch it to Roc. Or possibly I will send them the book as it sits, and do my planned rewrite when I get Jessica's notes rather than groveling through it twice. Anyway, figure November 2008 for that one too, assuming they buy it.)
It's not a straight drop.
One novel rewrite so extensive it might as well be a new book:
The Sea thy Mistress (November 2009, at a guess)
Three novels to write from scratch:
Chill (April 15 2008)
It would all be so much easier if there were just one well-defined enemy.
a couple of epigraphs....
I will make your offspring as unto the dust of the Earth, so that if anyone could count the dust, then your offspring could be counted.
--Genesis 13:16, New Evolutionist Bible
I have been on the verge of being an angel all of my life, but it's never happened yet.
- Mark Twain, a Biography
Grail (April 15 2009)
No first line yet
Patience & Fortitude (May 2009?)
Nothing made Matthew hate himself more than waiting for the elevator.
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
--W. B. Yeats, "The Hosting of the Sidhe."
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
--Dylan Thomas, "And Death Shall Have No Domion"
This is magic, this is what magic is:
Grief too terrible to be borne.
— John M. Ford, "A Holiday in the Park"
The secret to getting away with murder is to tell no living soul. The secret to getting away with lying is to believe with all your heart.
Bone & Jewel Creatures (early 2008)
As Bijou grew more frail, her creations grew more Byzantine.
Hafidha knew she was busted as soon as walked into the bullpen, forty-five minutes after she usually got there.
No first line yet
"Smoke & Mirrors"
"Close your eyes and hold out your hand. No, doofus, palm up. Hasn't anyone ever given you anything?"
"On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera"
"We wouldn’t be having this problem if you'd flunked Algebra."
untitled Boojumverse thing with truepennyno first line yet, just two gross ideas
"Your Collar" ("The Oracle in Springtime")
When they dragged you from your labyrinth: they promised you feasts, willing women; they gilded your broad horns; they collared you in gold.
He's a better ghost than he was a man, but it's harder to get good roles when you're dead.
"The Death of Terrestrial Radio"
The first word was meant to be spoken quietly, if it should ever be spoken at all