April 18th, 2006

bear by san

Take my heart and take my brawn. / Take by stealth or take by storm

So far today, I have:

  1. changed the flat tire Eunice developed while I was away (tomorrow I need to find someplace to take her in and get the flat repaired and the pressure in all four tires checked, because I am seriously too damned lazy to do it myself. Also, get the tail lights looked at and get an estimate on the muffler and a tune-up. Yes, I know I lose dyke points paying somebody else to change a tail light, but I don't really care. I was going to get it done today, but the first garage I went to is no longer in business, and the second one doesn;t do tire repair.
  2. grocery shopped. there is food in the house now.
  3. cooked. eaten.
  4. proofread the e-galley for my story in Subterranean 4.
  5. gotten a note from my management company that they are being bought out by a new management company. Hopefully, this will not affect my relationship with the super, etc.
  6. coughed up a lung, and swilled dayquil
  7. made juice out of the three withered oranges and three withered carrots that were left in the fridge from before my trip. the lovely thing about having a juicer is that it allows the salvage of rather a lot of somewhat withered produce. the unlovely thing about having a juicer is cleaning it afterward.

However, I still need to:

  1. Look over the page proofs for The Chains That You Refuse, which will take more than today, and ee, I hate re-reading my own stuff
  2. start working seriously on Undertow whether I like it or not.

Right. Time to put on a pot of tea. Think I'm skipping the gym until this cough resolves.
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bear by san

I may not be coming back--

Damn it. Five years of trying to eradicate the prepositional phrase infestation in my prose, and it's still there, just more subtle than before, robbing the language of vigor and cluttering up the narrative. And even worse, I've discovered an even more subtle and insidious habit of mine, which involves all these needless words to qualify things that would be perfectly clear by implication.

Say palm, Bear, not the palm of her hand. Say She bolted, not she bolted across the room and through the door and over the hill, away from him.

Brevity is confidence. Confidence is strength. Strength is narrative drive.

Quit faffing about and tell what happens.