December 22nd, 2005

bear by san

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I am down to just the few last things that need to be done. Of course, they are the hard ones. One of them is adding more stuff with Carnival and making it more relevant to the action of the book as well as the theme, and the other is writing an ending that doesn't suck.

And then there's fixing this stupid scene that Peter said was stupid, and he's right. Darn you, Peter! Darn you to heck! *shakes puny fist in the general direction of Toronto*

Soliloquys are a zero-time action!

Anyway. I think I fixed the various small problems. Now, onward into the actual rewriting.

Hopefully, I've fixed the other scene here that wasn't working, and made it plainer that Our Heroes get away with what they get away with because they're being abetted by the individual who they think they're running game on.

I figure it's a spy novel, I get one abandonment-to-a-death-trap for free.
bear by san

Narcissism and livejournal spamming

A radio interview with yours truly will air tomorrow on Writer's Voice (91.1 FM in Amherst, MA and the surrounding area).

Friday, 12/23, 5:30 PM EST. The show runs from 5:30-6:30 and the interview will be in one half or the other, because we're firm like that.

You can catch it on the web as well:

The info page about streaming is at

and the actual link to the Real Audio feed is

show's webpage at

The interview was recorded this spring, and you all can listen to me hem and haw and in general not speak well in public, like I don't. *g*
bear by san

It's official.

I remain convinced that I pretty much broke what was good about the last book (Whiskey and Water) in edits, and now I'm ruining this one, too.

You know that thing where the third or fourth book comes out, and you say of the writer, "She was so much better back when they still edited her and made her cut all this stupid explaining?"

Well, I liked this book a lot better--and I think it was both more believable and more fun to read--before I started explaining everything. Now, I suspect it has that ineffable air of "the author doesn't trust the reader to get it, and also, she doesn't actually believe the worldbuilding herself, so she's forced to shore it up with lots of discussion."

Ah well. The good news is, if the whole world hates it, I can retire in disgrace. And if the whole world doesn't hate it, that's also good news, because it just means that I can't actually tell a story anymore, or judge--at all--how to structure a novel.

Which, as I said before, is why I have an editor.

Everything I'm doing to this book still feels totally wrong and unnerving and out of balance, however. Which is not a problem I've had with revising novels before this year.

I dunno. Maybe I'm too close to it. Maybe I'm too set in my ways.

Anyway, twenty-eight pages into the third and final revision pass, annoyed as hell that I have things to do every day through Monday so I can't just sit down and bull through this thing--and thrashing.