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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they don't seem to understand the way the hammer shapes the hand

1,188 words on "Smoke and Mirrors," today, because that's what I'm supposed to be working on.


Todd is always happy to rattle on, though. It's nice to have characters who are happy workers. In fact, being a writer himself, he actually forces in the other characters in stories where he has POV to work harder. He grasps narrative.

Channeling the Pixies:

"Where is my mail?"
"Where is my mail?"
"Where is my mail?"

Ahh, the joys of living by your wits making a career in the arts. Allegedly, my agent received the publication check for Dust a couple of weeks ago, and I was supposed to have it this week. Alas, as of yesterday, it was not here.

Good thing I believe in keeping a lot of carbohydrates around in case of slow cash flow. I'm also still waiting on the delivery checks for Ink & Steel and Hell & Earth, and considering I've already returned the copyedited manuscript of the first of those, it would be nice to have the money for the work I did last October. Not that I need to pay my rent and insurance and utilities and student loans, or anything....

(There's also a couple of foreign rights deals that might pay me sometime this year, but I don't actually budget around those.)

Anyway, I'm going to be here with my Raison d'etre, if my horribly unreliable mailperson who tends to jam letters into the box any which way (fold, spindle, and mutilate) ever shows up.
Tags: progress notes, show me the monkey, so you want to be a writer, wtf

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