Where would you put this office, and what would you call it?
(My favorite answer will be swiped.)
Progress notes for 20 August 2006:
New Words: 1,468
Total Words: 5,508
Deadline: September 5
Reason for stopping: Sort of tired and stupid, and going to go read for a while.
Stimulants: iced coffee, hefeweizen
Exercise: walked about 3.5 miles with ladegard in Glastonbury today
Mammalian assistance: Mebd is shunning me because I sent the good cat toys home.
Today's words Word don't know: wampyr, Fenian, teatime, thaumaturgic, Greyfriars, Newgate, Galicean, Asturian
Words I'm surprised Word do know: Vladimir
Mean Things: the succession
Tyop du jour: safely idolated over running water.
Darling du jour: Garrett poured more brandy. His had vanished as unaccountably as her own. "I'll have his finances checked."
Jury-rigging: Well, I have a complete outline. No get up and go, and I'm not sure it makes any sense, and I have one plot point to institute some sort of a logical resolution for, but there you have it.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Abby Irene drinks like a fish. Wait, we knew that already.
Other writing-related work: none
Books in progress: Hal Duncan, Vellum; John Lindow, Norse Mythology
The Internet is full of Things: Ellen Datlow posts more photos from the KGB reading of shunn & me.
coffeeem on the delicate art of panel participating/moderating.
The glamour!: The stress of the past eighteen months has taken its toll, and found outlet in physical symptoms, as these things will. (I've had lousy skin all my life, and there's nothing I love more than a little psoriasis in hot weather. Argh!)
Oi. There is a reason why truepenny is my writing partner. Partially, it's because she's willing to put up with me. (As previously noted, I am Difficult.) But another reason is because we have very different working and thinking styles--she's linear as hell, and I'm about as inductive as it's possible to be and still string together a coherent sentence--and so we complement each other. I tell her when she's so on the nose it hurts, and she tells me when my strings of broken dialogue make about as much sense as Pink Floyd lyrics.
truepenny: Meanwhile, I've started [book title redacted for frank discussion of author's craft], and [author redacted] just makes me want to weep with envy.
matociquala: Does sie now? I've only read sie short fiction, and found most of it heavy-handed, but that book is on my to-read pile.
truepenny: I haven't read anything else of sie's, so I can't say how this stacks up, but I really like what sie's doing so far.
Also, I have discovered that what I find heavy-handed, others find opaque. :-P
truepenny: This probably goes with the nonlinear thing. Since what you find clear as day tends to leave me going, do what now?
matociquala: Quite possibly.
I am not having any of the problems with Vellum that others seem to.
OTOH, I also grok myth pretty well, and it tends to contradict and overrun itself in many places.
truepenny: I suspect you just don't need much connective tissue between bits of story.
matociquala: God knows, it's the hardest thing for me to learn to do. That and, yanno, 'splaining stuff.
I wonder if it's because I started reading grownup books so young. And not understanding them. But then later on I would get more of them. If that makes any sense?
truepenny: Well, I think it makes a difference in how *patient* a reader is with not understanding things.
But I also think your brain just works differently.
matociquala: I am willing to believe it. I never realized it was going to be such a handicap. *g*
truepenny: I don't think it is one. It's the rest of us that are dumb.
matociquala: Hmm. I'm not sure about that. Because to me it often feels as if there are things I am straining to put into words, or silences, or patterns of images, or something... that are not amenable to that.
It may be a matter of verbal vs. nonverbal patterns.
Weird, because I'm totally verbal. But there's this stuff in my head that only goes in between the words.
truepenny: Yeah, but you're also really kinesthetic.
matociquala: Well, yeah but there aren't....
...words for that.
And this is why some of my stuff makes ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE to some people. And feels wonderfully grounded and real to others, and nobody can figure out why there's a difference.
Because all the emotional tells are kinetic.
Can I blog this?