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March 2017



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criminal minds gideon kill fast

he throws a bottle in a milk truck and as it breaks he grabs his nuts

Well, today's work was plagued by oversleeping, lack of focus, and needing to do laundry, but I did get through about forty pages of Chill revisions. I'm quitting here, even though it's the middle of Chapter 12 and I wanted to finish two chapters because I've added about 1500 words, Chapter 11 is really long, and the next thing I have to do is add a whole new scene. And I'm kind of too vague and addled to write a third scene today, so I think I'm g oing to finish the laundry and go start dinner and come back to this tomorrow.

The good news is that this revision is going remarkably well. There's a lot of work to be done, but I'm feeling competent and calm about all of it--everything that needs doing is well within my capabilities. That's rather a nice sensation, and not one I'm overly familiar with. I hope it doesn't mean I'm slacking off and failing to push myself to excel, but rather that I've had a skill jump between the end of this novel and now.

Anyway, for the time being I'll take it. I'm on page 242, and I am confident that I can have the book done by the end of the week, thereby averting my editor's wrath and Saving The Ranch.

Of course, since I am obliged to be rewriting Chill exclusively currently, The Steles of the Sky is flirting with me something fierce, waving promising worldbuilding details under my nose and so on. I hope I find a place to put the thing about the museum beetles. Current quandary, figuring out whether the language of science in this world should be PersiUn or Chinotese, since there are no Latinot languages in this continuum.


Oh, the quandaries that make up my life.


I hope it doesn't mean I'm slacking off and failing to push myself to excel, but rather that I've had a skill jump between the end of this novel and now.
...or that since submitting the book, you've actually figured out how to write it...
Normally, when I laugh a liquid out my nose, it's coffee. One would think I'd learn not to read while eating or drinking - and since this time the liquid was soy sauce with wasabi in nuclear proportions, I raise a white flag and hide back over nearer my sushi.

Later there will be a little song of sinusoidal agony. For now, I'm laughing too hard.
In related mongolrocco news, I was most disappointed that Facebook's Word Twist game did not recognize "steles" as an acceptable word. Boo hiss.

Presumptuous lurker presumes.

Lurker here, de-lurking.

Which culture is closer (geographically or culturally) to where the action is set- the PersiUns or the Chinotese? It might be cool to designate whichever is farther away as the language of science, and filter everything through the pronunciation conventions of the other one.

I'm thinking of the Euro-Latinate variations on Arabic words which came out of Andalusia in the heyday of the medieval universities, and the localized pronunciations of Buddhist terminology across Asia (e.g. koan (Japan)/gong'an (Korea)/cong an (Vietnam)).

Just a thought.

Re: Presumptuous lurker presumes.

It'll probably wind up being whichever one sounds cooler, honestly. *g*

Re: Presumptuous lurker presumes.

Fair enough. ^___^