June 27th, 2004

bear by san

Miscellaneous

Neil Gaiman's speech at the Harveys is well worth reading. I love what he has to say about failure, and about the importance of making good art.

Words so far today: 2055
Words total: 64755
Manuscript pages: 267 of 273
Reason for stopping: Have to call various boys, including mine. Also, end of scene, and I haven't eaten anything yet today.
Stimulants: Tazo wild sweet orange tea
Mammalian assistance: Signy kicked me out of bed at 5:45 because she couldn't be bothered to go outside when I let the big dog out at midnight. Mebd is currently chattering at me and blocking my light.

And the whole plot just came together in eight pages. That was... weird. I had no idea what I was doing when I introduced this character, except that I needed a person in this particular job because it made sense that she would exist and be involved, and suddenly the whole book is hanging off her choices. And it works, I think.

Someday I will understand the way my brain works. Um. Actually, I'm not so sure I want to.

Reasons why science fiction is fun: I've just written a paragraph that will probably have Red Sox fans the world over hunting me through the street with pitchforks and torches and Frankenstein rakes. And it amused the hell out of me to do so.
  • Current Music
    Joni Mitchell, and lots of it.
bear by san

Peter! Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeter! I can see your house from here!

Now that I knew everything else that had to happen before I got to the end of Worldwired, it was time for the notecards. And I was a good bear and ignored my upset tummy and sat down with all my hideous scribbled outline notes and I wrote out my notecards. And I have 33 of them, including four or five "Oh, dear, must figure out how this happenses" and one or two "What the heck is so and so's motivation for this extremely pivotal actionses?", but most of them, say, twenty or so, are actual plot points, about one card to a scene.

Which means that these 33 note cards may comprise somewhere between one hundred and one hundred and fifty pages of actual text. A hundred and fifty would be better, because that means I can still write to size. (Ahhh, my days as a fluff page reporter did turn out ot be useful for something, after all.) And if I keep turning out 1500-2000 words a day, I should have this thing put to bed in draft by mid July, which means I can give it two weeks to settle before I start ripping it apart in August. ANd not have to be writing while I'm at Comicon, which would be nice.

I can actually see the end of the book from here. It's a surreal, blinking in too-bright sunlight sort of a feeling. And there's a profound, almost hysterical relief underlying it. Because there were times when I really wasn't certain at all that I could write this book.

And now I'm sure I can. It may not be a Hugo winner, but it will be done, and it will be mine, and it will at the least be craftsmanlike, even if it's not brilliant.

And I won't have that terrible sinking feeling that I'm about to fail at my first big test as a professional writer.

Heck, maybe I'll even kick the imposter syndrome for a little while.
  • Current Music
    Johnny Cash--Heart of Gold/Johnny Winter-The Illustrated Man
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I'm not a cowboy: I've never been shot / I'm not a convict: I've never been caught.

tanaise, I don't think you often enough for finding that McGarrigle sister's album for me. This book would not be getting written without it.

You know what I love about Elvis Costello? That's not a man who hides his emotions under a veil of dishonest civility.

Link Salad:

Notable Ham Radio Operators:
Carl Sagan's Balogna Detection Kit

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And I'm calling it a day, writing-wise. Worldwired progress notes:

Words today: 3339
Words total: 66039
Manuscript pages: 272 of 279
Notecards dealt with: 4, leaving 29
Reason for stopping: tired, sleepy, wrists hurt, end of scene, and that's more than a good day's work.
Stimulants: spearmint tea
Mammalian assistance: Marlowe wanted to be brushed and I will have to feed the dogs shortly.
  • Current Music
    Elvis Costello--Every Day I Write the Book/Tramp the Dirt Do
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Harnessing the power of livejournal!

I haven't managed to turn this one up in his autobiographies or on the Internet, but hey, I figure somebody on Livejournal knows everything, right?

Anybody have any idea if Dr. Richard P. Feynman was a baseball fan, and if so, what team(s) he liked?
  • Current Music
    Kate Bush -- Experiment IV