June 1st, 2007

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Apparently, cleaning out and reorganizing my icons is high on my list of things to do when I can't sleep.

I retired some I was bored with, and resurrected a bunch of old ones that were in storage. It made me happy. Happier than folding the laundry, which is the thing I was meant to be doing.

Of course, I'm meeting ashacat at the gym at 8 am tomorrow this morning. And I need to write a Storytellers Unplugged column and 3 pages of AtWS.

I guess I should, you know, pretend to lie down some.

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in which Bear realizes the Awful Troof.

I haven't had any interesting new major revelations about techniques for fiction writing in months.

No wonder this blog is nothing but TV shows, book reviews, and cat stories, all of a sudden. I've somehow stopped learning.

I guess I should try to post some content when I get home from the gym, shouldn't I?

Maybe something on long-arc plotting and thematic webs in a body of work?

Heck, I have a column to write too. What do you guys want to hear about?
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there is one seat in the circle, five hundred million in the stalls

Progress notes for 1 June 2007

All the Windwracked Stars

New Words:  1098
Total Words: 34,747 (which is cheating, because like 14 pages of that is stuff I salvaged from the old draft and now have to grovel through and clean up, which means the gross wordcount will probably be in equilibrium or dropping for the next few days.)

Tomorrow, I need to figure out what the kitten with a whip is up to. Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!

Deadline: November 1
Reason for stopping: quota, scene. I was going to do more, since I have the evening to myself, and then I realized that I was not following Rule One*, and decided to make macaroni and goat's cheese instead, and play guitar, and do some math, and watch DVDs. 

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34,747 / 100,000

Today's words Word don't know:  deathwish, upturning, windwracked, candleflames, meadhall, holo, kickboxer, regrouting, bootheel, nuanced, holmgang, pantherine.

I just love the vocab lists for these books.

Words I'm surprised Word do know: titillating 
Darling du Jour: She ordered slivovitz, which could under no circumstances ever have been in contact with a real plum, and wondered if it were brewed in the same bathtub as the gin.

Good lord, when did Muire develop a sense of humor? It's a lame one, admittedly. But it's a one.

Mean Things: watching the boy you like smooch another boy. kicked in the mouth.
Miles to Rivendell: 213.5. Stupid hobbit got hisself stabbed and now he's just dead weight, really.
Medical TMI: So yesterday at about 2 pm, the swelling around my piercing started going down. I know this, because ever since then it's been giving up little yellow crystals of lymph, and that nostril has returned to flexibility.
Mammalian assistance: summer is here. I can tell because the cat didn't come to bed last night.

*"Don't die," c.f. autopope
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I can has Ideomancer?

Oh, look, the June issue of the 'zine I read slush for is up.

It contains stories and/or poems by Astrid Atkinson, Yoon Ha Lee, Ruth Nestvold, Mikal Trimm, Marcie Lynn Tentchoff, and David Kopaska-Merkel.

I am informed, by the way, that we've run off all the men, and I should ask for more of you folks with the damaged chromosome set to submit to us, because unlike other genre publications that shall remain unnamed, we actually would like to maintain some semblance of gender parity on the masthead.* We'd also like to publish more writers of diverse ethnic, racial, religious, and social backgrounds, but since it's hard to tell that from a name and we never read your cover letters anyway, we'll just have to rely on y'all to slushbomb us to make sure we get those stories.

(Is it working?)
(I dunno yet. Keep nodding.)

*Dear men: we'll probably reject you anyway, because women generally write better, but think of it as character building. And if we do buy your story, we'll pay you 72 cents for every dollar a woman gets.**

**Yes, I'm kidding.***

***It's 32 cents.****

****msisolak just smacked me and said I'm not allowed to tell tall tales. It's 16.