January 30th, 2007

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waiting for last night's coffee to re-warm....

rushthatspeaks on the "And then they all died," not-really-a-subgenre-but-should-be. I am thinking of adopting "No take-backs" as a personal motto for writing.

Dead is dead. Maimed is maimed. And so on.

Right. Now I have to get through this drunken and unwelcome smooching (drunkenly, unwelcomely smooched is drunkenly, unwelcomely smooched), and I can have some toast.

I love my job.
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I am not a futurist.

But I am increasingly of the belief that in two hundred years, the current health care system will be held up historically alongside shirtwaist sweatshops, feudal patronage systems, trial by torture, and colonialism as one of the great historical abuses of human rights. This appears to be research rather worth doing; what the outcome will be I am not prepared to speculate.

But it's hard to get corporate funding for anything that will inevitably cut their profits, yo.

(I wonder how much we could cheapen the cost of healthcare by taking medical malpractice out of the civil courts and treating it as a criminal offense, prosecuted by state employees who don't make any big bonuses out of winning. Remove the profit motive.... You'd need some sort of working disability support system for victims and their families for that to work, of course....)



These are so neat. I am so totally using those in Pinion.



3,602 words last night and this morning (I figure my workday from noon to noon. Hey, it works for me.). A banner day. And I even know what the next scene is. And I am on page 206, which means I have a little more than 50K done, and things are still interesting and enjoyable. There is something to be said for utter self-indulgence. 

The stakes are established. The setup is done. I am halfway done with the book. And the protagonists have finally had a dull moment to sit down and talk. And, as a direct result, they have found the plot. Yay, plot!

I think I'm revising my goal estimate for this one to 100,000 words. We'll see how it goes.

426.3 miles to Rivendell. Guess I should saddle up, find a paperback, go hit the gym and get a little closer.
bear by san

The Lord thy God is a Jealous God. He sees you. He sees you forever and ever, Alan.

Is it bad of me to wonder how many of the persons in my internets squeeing over the (nude, strategically cropped*) promo photos of Daniel Radcliffe in Equus have, um, seen the play?

Because, um. I gotta say, something like fifteen years later, I still have intermittent Equus nightmares.

(amanuensis1, I figure you know what you're getting into and have no problem with it. But not everybody is you....)

OTOH: Poster? Totally awesome.



*yes, I deliver.

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Book Reports #11, 12, & 13

Two more volumes of Bone (The Dragonslayer and Rock Jaw) (see squeeing, above) and after the last post I had to go reread Peter Shaffer's Equus.

I am struck again by its enormous thematic resonance with A Clockwork Orange and The Stars My Destination. It must have been going around the ether, at the time.

Hell of a play.

In other news, I was going to make meatloaf but am out of eggs and milk, so I will walk down and buy those tomorrow, and the cat is clingy and obnoxious today, and I have heard that ARCs of New Amsterdam should be shipping out shortly. Woo! Now I will fret about reviews that I know exist, but haven't seen yet, and I will go play guitar, and then I will read more Bone and watch Dead Like Me and afterwards, write some more.

The days are just packed.

froud magician

speak double dutch to a real double dutchess

Hee. I just found a chest voice I didn't know I had. It went away again after a verse, though, and won't come back.

Thankfully, you will probably never have to hear me sing unless you come to a WisCon karaoke party, as I am possessed of a single bizarre superpower: I can sing harmony to anything. Even when there is no melody to sing harmony to.

Also, I have absolutely no range. And a somewhat unpleasant singing voice.

On the other hand, I am an ABE Books featured author currently, and they have an interview and a cute if old photo of me up.* In keeping with the apparent Harry Potter theme of the day, that was taken at a Harry Potter party, and I was dressed up as a Ravenclaw.

Go figger.

P.S. I hear a rumor that there was a review of Carnival in the Washington Post Book World for January 21. I don't suppose anybody out there could check the recycling and see if they have it? It would be much appreciated.


*that book description in the sidebar is, er, not for Carnival. *g*