February 26th, 2007

bear by san

never go up against a ukrainian when customer service is on the line

As I half-suspected it might, the laptop has died. (jaylake, another reason I never rely exclusively on a laptop.)

There's a magic to these things, of course. They die when one is on deadline (last time I had problems with it was when I was writing Undertow on a mad tight deadline, and had to travel.)

Fortunately, I'm sort of obsessive about backing up, so I only lost the last scene I wrote after breakfast, and the 400 words of transition I spent the evening working on. And really, they are still *there,* I just don't have time to wait for HP to dig them out again.

Anyway, things could be worse. Because the laptop is still under warranty.

By six days.


Now, I get to fight with Hewlett-Packard.

Tech Guy: "Well, if you extend your warranty--"
Me: "The laptop is still under warranty."
Tech Guy: "Only for a week, and it will take us a week to fix it."
Me: "Not my problem, Tech Guy."
Tech Guy: "But, if in the future--"
Me: "We will talk about that after this problem is fixed, Tech Guy."

12:45 am: (I can do this all night, man.)
1:10 am: (Hah. I win.)
  • Current Music
    the annoying smooth jazz on the HP help line.
david bowie realism _ truepenny

If I'm calling India....

...why are they playing Celtic music?

1:32 AM ETA: Now it's a bodhran version of "On Christmas Day In The Morning."

Charlie, are you taking notes? I'm pretty sure you can use this for something.
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  • Tags
criminal minds reid yes i'm a genius

so who wants a riot? people should be quiet. don't we give them good tv?

I wrote around 1200 words early this morning, resurrecting the dead pages. One scene came out better, I think, and the other one worse than their dead cousins, but it's a draft so that doesn't matter. I turned off all the lights and watched the snow falling and the night turned strawberry colored and wrote about the end of the world.

Yes, talking to tech support is a good way to trigger insomnia.

Also, while I was working, I was helping a certain somebody with Las Vegas factoids, as she's apparently been inspired by my bizarre fanfiction breakout to write a sequel to the piece. Which is quite good, so far, and is apparently where the plot I didn't manage to put in my bit went.

So my fanfiction is spawning... fanfiction. How exceedingly too meta for words. I plan to demand cowriter credit, even though she's doing all the real work. I'm just providing Not-Very-Random-In-Fact-Careful-Calculated Las Vegas Spree Killing Factoids and writing occasional blocks of exposition and poker.

(Not saying who, yet, because I'm not sure how she wants to be identified. *g* But she writes really good supergenius hypochondria.

See what happens when pro writers go bad? It's like... cascading failures. Pretty soon there will be room for a whole new crop of SFF writers, because all the current ones will be off writing Smeagol/Gollum or Clark/Supes and giggling between their fingers.)

In any case, watch this space for further developments.

Anyway, it was good, because it means I get up this morning and can start from where I would have started anyway. And if it's on two hours of sleep, well, it's not the first time.

Today I will sit here at my desk and I will write the rest of Chapter 26. And then I will write Chapter 27. And then I will be done with the draft. Either today or tomorrow or Wednesday.

Expect more random blogging at the high water marks.

Now I need to write another damned transition. But first I'm going to wash my hair and find something to eat, since I've been ravenous since I got off the phone with tech support last night at 1:30 in the morning and that was seven hours ago now.

Whups, gotta run. The telephone is circular metal banding.
spies mfu goodliest outside napoleon

World-Famous Subterranean Magazine Online Now!

It's not so much the end of an era as the changing of the guard. Although there are still two print issues to go, Subterranean Magazine is coincidentally beginning its new incarnation as a (free!) online magazine.

And you can find it here, starting with the Winter 2007 issue.

There will be new controversy content every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Currently, this includes the following features which are currently current right now:

    * Column: HARVESTING THE DARKNESS #1 by Norman Partridge
    * Fiction: VACANCY by Lucius Shepard
    * Fiction: WANDERING THE BORDERLANDS by Poppy Z. Brite
    * Review: BOOK REVIEWS by Dorman T. Shindler

But soon will also include content by, er, me (including a novelette and a feminist diatribe) and a bunch of other very cool people.

And, to quote the Firesign Theatre, it's a fair to all and no fare to anyone! That's right! It's free!

(Did I sound enthusiastic enough? I can never tell.)

bear by san

five through the nose bold and daring / have to pardon me if i'm staring

1907 since midnight.

Thank dog for frozen steamed chicken mushroom scallion buns, and the foresight to lay in a stock for obsessive writing days.

Winamp's randomizer seems, on an unscientifical survey, to be much more random than iTunes' randomizer.
Also, more psychic.

The lovely thing about writing space opera is that the genre tropes are such that things don't have to make sense. They go charging into battle in person, clad in their own fragile meat and a suit of power armor, because that's what people do in space opera.

In sensible science fiction, they send combat drones....

(and speaking of psychic, winamp gives me "The Asteroid Field.")
  • Current Music
    Janis Ian - Friends Again / Ian Anderson - The Habanero Reel
criminal minds boom

if you think you're Lancelot then I'm the black knight.

words since midnight: 3002

Entrain is crack, man. It's the Tarantella.

And seriously. Who needs more than two hours of sleep when you have "Dancing in the Light"?

Also? I have fabulous hair today. I have hair so good it helps me dance.

And now, cardamom coffee.

And the next scene.

(Is the deathmarch liveblogging at all entertaining? Because dog knows its keeping me sane, but if it's annoying the heck out of everybody, I can lock it down.)

Here, have a puppy.

And an index card.

And some Entrain.

  • Current Music
    Kill Bill - battle without honor
drive train _ netcurmudgeon

Novel: 1 / Bear: 1

Chapter 26 finished.

3088 words since midnight.

Alas, it was a Zeno's chapter, as it turns out that I still need two more chapters to finish.

I wonder how cardamom coffee tastes with bourbon in it.
  • Current Music
    Psycho Maniak - Deep Shit
bear by san


words since midnight: 3211
pages total: 356 (it'll be more when I reformat, as I don't have my chapter breaks set up right yet.)
sleep since midnight: 2 hours
pots coffee: 1

And stuck. I just got to a Portentous Line, and after it I have to do some stunt writing. And I'm not sure what all to do with that. I mean, I know what happens.

I dunno how to describe it so it's not trite crap.


Might be time for a nap or something. Or to go write it out by hand.

  • Current Music
    Vangelis-Heaven and Hell Part 2
spies mfu (sorta) going to hurt ivan & h

the stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie

creepiest. song. ever.

It was even creepier when I only had it on an old worn out stretched out tape.

words since midnight: 3579
sleep since midnight: 3 hours
pots coffee: 1
large mugs salabat: 1
pots tisane: 1 (licorice spice)
pots tea: 1 (black dragonfruit)
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 1 (flax oil, borage oil, assorted vitamins)
food: pretzel rod, sticky rice with soy sauce, cheese and rosemary crackers, mushroom chicken steamed bun, olives marinated in bay, greek yogurt and cherries.
alcohol: 2 shots of bourbon

The presumptuous cat gave me an hour before she decided I was malingering and started walking on my (fabulous) hair. It proved fortuitous, because about twenty minutes after I got up the UPS guy showed up with my box of notebooks. So at least one other human being got to see my (fabulous) hair: it even still looked good after being slept on.

The deathmarch is actually kind of fun, in a horribly self-abusive way. Like all nighters in school. And excuse to let your obsessions run your life for a while.

in the shadows of the churches who knows what they pray?
for blood is the language of the banned.

And it does get 'er done.
  • Current Music
    Phil Ochs - The Crucifixion
bear by san

words like violence break the silence

words since midnight: 4140
sleep since midnight: 3 hours
pots coffee: 1
large mugs salabat: 1
pots tisane: 1 (licorice spice)
pots tea: 1 (black dragonfruit)
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 1 (flax oil, borage oil, assorted vitamins)
food: pretzel rod, sticky rice with soy sauce, cheese and rosemary crackers, mushroom chicken steamed bun, olives marinated in bay, greek yogurt and cherries.
alcohol: 2 shots of bourbon

It just occured to me that I've finally figured out many of the ways in which this brain I have been living in for the past 35 years works differently from other people's, and why it caused me so much pain and anxiety for so long.

And I'm learning how to translate.

This is only one of the ways in which writing commercial fiction has saved my life. It's made me learn to talk to people who think differently from me. And I don't mean people who have different beliefs. I mean people whose brains process information in different ways.

(Blood & Iron is the one of my books that most precisely represents my actual brain processes, because it's (in concept) the oldest of the lot. I mean, I put a lot of work into opening it up and making it accessible, and it's still fucking incomprehensible to a good-sized chunk of humanity. But learning to take the thing that my brain calls a narrative and translate it for you linear folks has been really edifying. For one thing, I finally understand, rather than just sort of realizing, that most of you people really do not think like me. Because now I can see what happens when you do not, as truepenny said, follow me around the curve because I failed to signal.)
  • Current Music
    Gary Numan - Absolution
lion in winter broken because you're bri

it goes like this. the fourth. the fifth. the minor fall. the major lift.

words since 12:00 AM Monday: 4303
sleep since 6:30 AM Sunday: 3 hours
hours in deathmarch so far: 19
pages written: 23
pots coffee: 1
large mugs salabat: 1
pots tisane: 1 (licorice spice)
pots tea: 1 (black dragonfruit)
handfuls of nutritional supplements: 1 (flax oil, borage oil, assorted vitamins)
food: pretzel rod, sticky rice with soy sauce, cheese and rosemary crackers, mushroom chicken steamed bun, olives marinated in bay, greek yogurt, cherries, two persimmons with lemon juice, 3 cubes of crystallized ginger; and a big bowl of fortified whole-grain angelhair pasta with cheese. Yes, I carb up under stress.
alcohol: 3 shots of bourbon

By the way? This is what I mean when I say that I am not a fast writer, but I am dogged. *g*

Well maybe there's a God above
But all I ever learned from Love
Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.

This book is not a love story.
Neither is it a harpy story.

I'm not sure what it is, exactly.

Maybe it's a love story for harpies.

And that's it for tonight. We wil resume warblogging the end of the novel tomorrow morning, when you may hear Dr. eBear say...

"Oh, my God. Are we there yet?"
  • Current Music
    Bono - Hallelujah / Leoanrd Cohen - Hallelujah / k.d. lang - Hallelujah