Still tired, out of sorts, and uninspired. This is where the butt-in-chair comes in. Sitting down and doing it even when I don't feel like doing it and I'm sure it's all crap.
So on that note, I'm going to go and write some.
Reason for stopping: Break time.
See, see where Christ’s blood streams in the firmament!
One drop would save my soul—half a drop! ah, my Christ!—
Ah, rend not my heart for naming of my Christ!—
Yet will I call on him!—O, spare me, Lucifer!—
Where is it now? ‘T is gone; and see where God
Stretcheth out his arm, and bends his ireful brows!—
Mountains and hills, come, come and fall on me,
And hide me from the heavy wrath of God!
--Christopher Marlowe, Faustus, Act V scene ii
Final edit on The Cobbler's Boy. The manuscript is in a box for mailing tomorrow. 193 pages.
Got, read, and comprehended the editorial letter from Jenn on Scardown. I understand what she wants, I agree with 95% of it, and I understand how to do maybe 50%.
Well, it's a start. And I don't actually have to worry about it until I do the heavy revision on Bridge of Blood and Iron, which I'm allotting the first three months of 2004 and I'm actually getting somewhat excited about.
After I do Scardown, I may try to figure out if the Eddas books can be salvaged.
I'm not actually expecting to start a new novel until the middle of next year some time, and I don't actually know which one it's likely to be. Depends on if anything sells, I imagine. If not, probably either Les Innocents or One-Eyed Jack, since there's no point in adding another book to any of the series while I'm still trying to sell the ones that are written.
I have plenty of time, and plenty of books to revise. Stuff can brew for a while.
I'm still Not Very Excited by The Stratford Man. But then, I've been doing a lot, and I am still making progress and know where the book is going. I'm just... very tired. And I want it done. But I'm too tired to get excited enough to burn through the ending on raw energy and excitement, and it is taking its own sweet time.
You know, I found myself missing Mingan and Cahey today. That may mean that the Edda of Burdens books are in fact still brewing back there.
901 more words, comprising another scenelet. Act V, scene xviii is begun. Next scenelet, another big reveal. Okay, maybe some momentum?
Reason for stopping: Bed