January 24th, 2007

writing dust rengeek shakespeare

we are dust and shadows under the naked light

Progress notes for 24 January 2007


New Words:  1235
Total Words: 37,940
Words for the Year: 39,359
Pages: 183
Deadline: Sometime in June or July, I'm guessing
Reason for stopping: quota

Stimulants:  vanilla almond tea
Exercise: just about to head out to the gym now, and see if I can find some cool on the treadmill.

Today's words Word don't know:  darkside, wingprint, meltwater, lawyering,
Mean Things: Perceval had an emo moment.

Other writing-related work: I made shiny book-related icons, see?


Yes, I know Tristen doesn't have an electric guitar, but the facial expression is just perfect. And I can always give him an elextric guitar, after all.

The chances that he would be caught dead in those trousers are slim, however.

Books in progress: Phyllis Ann Karr, The Arthurian Companion; Gustav Davidson, A Dictionary of Angels including the fallen angels; J. R. R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring;
The glamour!: If I do not wash these dishes, they may eat me.

writing dust rengeek shakespeare

most of us prize fighters will fall from fashion

Oh, I am in a fey mood today. One of those when I am full of mystery and strength, and restless with it.

And truepenny is teh smart. Not just because of the smart things she said on her smart livejournal today, but because she gave me the key to dust.

Which means its probably getting a title change. Because I told her if there was a sequel, I was thinking of a title which had a particular kind of pun imbedded in it--being a one-word title with distinctly different, nay, even opposite meanings.

And she pointed out another one, equally appropriate to the milieu.

And I had just told my editor that there was sequel potential.

And this name has the advantage of not having two other recent books with the same name, which is a flaw with dust.


Henceforth, I'm calling the damned thing Pinion. And any sequel will be called Cleave.

Unless the marketing department makes me change them.
problem cat

haven't you ever seen anybody work on a car with an axe?


I'm taking the rest of the week off from the novel. I have two columns to write, a podcast to record, slush to slush, and a bunch of administrative things to do, and I'm eighteen days ahead of curve on the novel_in_90 front. Also, it's been twenty days since my last day off.

And I'm supposed to be doing stuff Saturday and Sunday. So I think it's not-novel until Monday, and then a steady push on until Boskone, which will be the next scheduled work-break.

Maybe the book will even be sold by then. *g*

(Actually, getting Pinion finished this winter--ahead of schedule--will be really nice, because that leaves my other assigned tasks for the year (rewriting All the Windwracked Stars, writing "Periastron," and writing Bone and Jewel Creatures ["Periastron" and Bone and Jewel Creatures are both novellas, but the first will be published in an anthology and the second as a stand-alone, thus the different typographic conventions.]) with plenty of space around them. Which is good, because this whole thing where I work my ass off all the time? Kind of tiring.)

So yeah. No novel work tomorrow.

Other work instead.