July 29th, 2003

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Glouchester: O, madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd!

--William Shakespeare, King Lear, Act II, scene i


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Hmmm. I'm a bit stuck on a scene that needs brain time. It's late August of 1596, and Will is not speaking to me. He'd like to proceed directly to mid-1597, please.

And I somehow need to figure out how to write the next 48 hours of his life without wandering into melodrama. I think I shall disdain to rush this bit.
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microrant on genre

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I'm a Genre Pirate! I can write anything I like! Litfic! Mysteries! Magic Realism! Cyberpunk! High Fantasy! Slipstream! Historical Fiction! I refuse to be classified! Arrrrr! Swing the critics from the yardarm! Avast, me maties!

In fact, I can do all of the above at once. But it takes an 800 page novel to do it.

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Will cracked and gave me 250 words this afternoon. But they were good words: they had The Thing, as I have decided to call it.

I'm about to go put him on the rack and see if I can get a little more out of him.

Vivé!
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Wordcount: 1258
Reason for stopping: too pissed off to continue

My primary/personal email account is not working tonight. This makes me cranky because I am (a) neurotic and (b) have email submissions out, and there could be --gasp-- editorial responses sitting on a server somewhere where I can't get them!

Or emails from friends, for that matter. V. distressing.

Yes, I am an internet junkie. Why do you ask?
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