February 2nd, 2007

bear by san

there'll be icicles and birthday clothes and sometimes there'll be sorrow

We were promised snow, but again I have none.

I've been sleeping on my mattress on the floor (as opposed to on the bedframe) for three or four nights now, and the change is tremendous. My back is much improved. Obviously, I need a Really Big Piece Of Plywood.*

I turned off my alarms and slept in this morning, got up around eight feeling rested and in fact a little lazy, and am just settling down towork now. I think I am going to make tea and warm up some lemon spaghetti*** and construct a nest in the big chair and have a writing festival today, with a possible side trip to the gym after the mail comes.  

I'd like to put some road behind me.

I'm really enjoying having some long uninterrupted stretches of time to myself. I have, I think, been over-peopled lately. It's so hard being an introvert with friends and a rewarding career. **

*foreheadstaple*



* portentous High Fantasy Caps.

** ;-)

*** spaghetti or angel hair (I use whole wheat), lemon pepper, butter & olive oil, garlic, lemon juice, herbs of your choice, and parmesan or romano cheese. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. you could put veggies in it, but I like it unadulterated, with the veg on the side.
bear by san

I am the Kumquat Häagen-Dazs

Anybody know the source of the quote, "Childhood ends the moment you know you are going to die."?

Also, my space opera disguised as an epic quest fantasy/epic quest fantasy disguised as a space opera just grew a chosen one. Oddly enough, it's not who I expected it to be. Apparently I am also contriving to swipe from deconstruct Dune.

I also lifted an entire subplot from Roger Zelazny last night, but I'm pretty sure nobody will notice after I spend a few hours on it with the hammer. I mean, other than the entire internet, you know.

And now, I must go back to writing creepy paternal villain internalizations. Apparently, this is a book about father/daughter relationships. And the ethics of creating God.

All right, coffee break's over. Back on your heads.



We are stardust
We are golden
We are billion-year-old carbon.


--Joni Mitchell



Mm. Gotta buy that new-ish Vienna Teng album. And the new-ish Dar.
bear by san

You lie with every man in town.

There's two sides to every motherfuckin' story.



Or: Oh. My. God.

( Context is at Stereogum. This could be the best blues movie since Crossroads ;-\ )

And now, time for a Friday Night Poll!

Poll #919616 friday night fights!

Bear has written her words today and is a mile closer to Mordor. She should:

press on, and write the first big angel fight scene (The angel of battle systems (aka !Richard O'Brien) v. the angel of read-only memory (who actually showed up looking like himself.)
4(3.8%)
drink peppermint schnapps and get plastered
10(9.5%)
drink mediocre Ozzie shiraz and get tipsy
2(1.9%)
watch Survivorman
1(1.0%)
watch Cracker (BBC version)
7(6.7%)
stealth ticky!
2(1.9%)
watch Mission: Impossible (the TV show, you heathens.)
4(3.8%)
read The Fellowship of the Ring
5(4.8%)
ticky tocky
0(0.0%)
rikki ticky tavi
7(6.7%)

ideally,

peaceful death of a G-type main sequence star, expanding to many times its volume, resulting in the engulfment of inner planets
12(12.0%)
catastrophic detonation as the white dwarf partner in a binary pair unbinds, resulting in a type 1a supernova
21(21.0%)
ticky
8(8.0%)
cake
33(33.0%)
all of the above
26(26.0%)

ticky?

writing companion to wolves _ truepenny

o, my god. I do not actually have to write tomorrow.

So there are benefits to being an anal-retentive type A personality and driven by deadlines. 8750 words to the end of my novel_in_90 commitment, which is nice, because it means that I am way ahead of the game and the book ain't even sold yet, so there is no delivery date.

ARCs for New Amsterdam showed up today and they are pretty.

truepenny has the CEM for the smutty subversive companion animal fantasy, and it's due back at TOR on Feb 16.

Nothing else due in the near future except the page proofs for Undertow and Whiskey & Water (whenever they show up) and a space opera novella for an anthology thingy.

I have to write my column for storytellersunplugged.com, but I have a draft of something not too lame and an idea for March's column, so that's more or less under control.

You know, I think I might just fuck off for a week, or until the next crisis arises. Pass the goddamn schnapps. We're finished here, for the time being.

Things to do this year:

draft Pinion
revise Pinion
Pinion CEM
revise Ink & Pen
Ink & Pen CEM
Undertow galleys
A Companion to Wolves CEM
A Companion to Wolves galleys
Whiskey & Water galleys
write "Periastron"
rewrite All the Windwracked Stars
write Bone and Jewel Creatures

Write a short story or two so they don't forget you.
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