Whew. Seven critiques done today, and a wee bit of fiddling on The Stratford Man and on "The Chains That Your Refuse."
Also, I figured out how the next three scenes in SM work, which means I can connect the chunk I have finished to the next big chunk that isn't attached to the narrative as it stands. Which means if I pile up any more crits on the orcshop for "Chains" and for "This Tragic Glass," I can pull them and start posting SM from the point where I started the serious revisions.
There will be writing later on tonight, to get my wordcount on SM, I think. For now, there may very well be a nap, because holy Hell I am tired.
This Paul Simon song so utterly captures how I feel about my writing: it's astounding. I mean, there's a lot of stuff I'm not too bad at. But really, if I'm going to do only one thing in my life really well, this is what I want it to be.
See how he dances, see how he loops from side to side
See how he prances, the way his hooves just seem to glide
He's just a one trick pony--that's all he is:
But he turns that trick with pride.
He makes it look so easy, look so clean--
He moves like God's immaculate machine
He makes me think about all of these extra moves I make
All of this herky jerky motion and the bag of tricks it takes
To get me through my working day.